Garbage Day, the High Point of My Week

Hooraaay!!!! Its Garbage Day in Coldbrook!

I have been living in Nova Scotia for about a month now. Since that time there have been two, yes two garbage days. Are you surprised? I was too. I mean, where I came from, Deux Montagnes, QC, we had garbage pickup every Tuesday and recyling  every other Monday. And we complained because we could only put in the garbage what could fit into the big green bin. Mind you, it could NOT be overflowing with things piled up so that the cover wouldn’t close. Our freedom was that we could put whatever we wanted into that bin.

Not so in rural Nova Scotia. Here we have a compost bin, about the size of the recycling bin in Deux Montagnes. Into that goes all the compostable waste. I don’t know who composts it or where it goes, but it goes out on garbage day, once every two weeks. Can’t wait until summer – can you imagine the smell?

The glass and metal garbage goes in one bag; the paper garbage goes in another bag, and the plastics go in yet another. We collect all this garbage for two weeks before it goes out, along with the compostables. In addition to this we can put out two bags of “just plain garbage”, but God help you if you put something into the “just plain garbage” that should have gone into one of the other categories. The bag gets tagged and returned to you. Now if  we had more than two bags of  “just plain garbage” we could always ask a neighbour who wasn’t so wasteful if we could add to his pile and most people readily comply.

Can you imagine, two households worth of stuff  and trying to fit it all in one house? Well that’s what Dave and I are trying to do. So now we do the triage as we try to fit it all in the house: garage sale? garbage? recycling? give away? give to the neighbour’s garbage? What a dilemma! And so there is a lot that goes to the street on garbage day. There is also an increasing pile in the basement for the “mother of all garage sales” around the end of April.

Twice a year, and I mean only twice, you can put out whatever you want in whatever manner you want: furniture, appliances, paper, plastics, a hundred garbage bags, whatever; and they will take it all! Guess when we’re having the garage sale?  Just before the once-a-year-or-you’re-stuck-with-it-for-another-six-months! That brings us to the end of April. Come on over!

Our work of art...will they take it or tag it?

Will they take it or will they tag it??

The song, “Getting to Know You; getting to learn all about you…” comes to mind.

Valentine’s Days Remembered

Valentines Day. You either love it or you hate it, but it’s almost impossible to ignore. Many single people try to  ignore it because it’s just a reminder that the only valentine they get might just be from Mom. Couples don’t seem to have any choice but to celebrate Valentine’s Day, what with all the publicity it gets in  the media. You can’t go anywhere once the Boxing Day sales are over, without being inundated with taunts, pleas and reminders to DO something about this special day.

I remember  Valentine’s Days with my ex. He was never one to do much; one year I got some dollar store chocolates, another year it might be flowers from the flea market in St Eustache. I liked them. Our last Valentine’s Day was in 2004, and it was honestly so uneventful, I don’t know if we celebrated or not.

My last three Valentine’s Days, however, have been meaningful, momentuous and memorable. Let’s see, on February 14, 2008, I found  myself in North Carolina visiting my old flame, Dan. He bought me a plane ticket to go there because he had something important to tell me…you guessed it; he proposed. How romantic! How original!  Well, that fizzled out before 2008 was finished.

And then on February 14, 2009, I was dating Roger dear, who also asked me to  marry him. What is it about these Southern men?? Roger was the guy who came from Michigan in his BBC (big, black caddilac). That also fizzled out before the summer of that year.

I guess Cupid was preparing me for the love of my life. (remember, you’ve got to kiss a lot of toads before you finally meet your prince).  My story is the stuff of fairy tales, and I’ll tell you about it in another posting.  But  February 14, 2010 found me and my husband of two months (almost) sitting at Coco Pesto in Windsor, Nova Scotia, eating the most delectable meal imaginable, complete with wine, chocolate and romance. We decided to dress up for the occasion; Dave sported a shirt and tie, and I had on a skirt outfit, complete with my Max de Carlo boots; the sexy black ones with the red soles and  heels so high I could barely make it from the car to the door!

I liked that Valentine’s Day the best.

There Are Happy Endings

There Are Happy Endings

If anyone had told me in the fall of 2004 what the next five years would bring, I would have resigned. I didn’t know that my 21 year marriage would end and that I would join the ranks of middle aged single parents. There were a lot of things I didn’t know, and God in His infinite mercy and wisdom gave me only what I could handle at one time. 

Five years ago I was newly divorced and struggling to survive emotionally and financially. My ex harassed me relentlessly over the alimony payments, so much so that at one point I went to the police about it. I had huge legal bills. My self esteem was in the gutter. To top it off, I started substitute teaching, something that I had always said I’d never do…well there was no other way to pay the legal bills.
I was on dating sites online. I don’t know how anyone could think these things bring happiness. I was on Lavalife, Lavalife prime, eHarmony, Christian Cafe, Christian Mingle, Plenty of Fish and others. Yes I did meet men, lots of them but like me, they were all suffering and deficient in some way. Stories? I have a ton of them, but I’ll get to that later.
So, you might ask, how did I end up in Coldbrook, Nova Scotia and married to my old university buddy who is now the love of my life?
In future posts I will tell you my story, and at the end of it all, you will believe. Yes there is a God; Santa Clause does exist, and there are happy endings.