Saturday, July 09, 2005

The prospect of a garbage strike has us none too thrilled. We began a policy of eating out for every meal yesterday. We make exceptions for food brought in in styrofoam containers. I'm not making the fatal mistake of having a seafood risotto the day before the strike this year, even though it was a valuable lesson in the wonders of the ecosystem seeing what happened to squid guts bake on a front porch for 12 days.

But I'm happy to report that I am no longer really afraid of the garbage strike, having realized that the pickups are important to our household functioning, but not an essential service like this.