Here’s what just happened all at once:
The BFI guy was nice enough to put my emptied trash can inside the fence for my convenience.
A city crew is in front of the house cleaning the sidewalk and street to perfection.
And the meter man just knocked on the door to give Boudreaux his treat. “I’ve got to see him before Thanksgiving,” he said, doling out a couple of Milk Bones.
Wow. So all that’s missing now is the guy from Publishers Clearing House with my check.
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Publisher Clearing house guy is coming to see me.A girl can dream.
I am delighted to read of your delight at such simple pleasures. That was quite a trifecta! Publisher’s Clearing House? I’ve got dibs on the leftovers when you round down to the nearest million. Good luck with that, my friend.