I have spent this evening getting a draft of my latest true crime article into my Frank editor, and preparing for tomorrow's recycling day. That is a major affair to me, as it means deciding what I am getting rid of. The main thing this week is back issues of the Toastmaster magazine, some going back to the 1990's. I just can't keep that stuff in the house any more. I don't have the room, or the desire, to keep it. I am also throwing out some books. I have also bundled up quite a few boxes. Halifax rules dictate that boxes must be broken down and lashed together with twine or string or something of that nature. Have about 6 bundles of those to go out, in the morning.
I do not condone littering or illegal dumping of any kind, but my god, they don't make it easy to be an honest man, do they? If I were to take things to the landfill on a day other than my regular garbage or recycling day, I would have to pay a fee to get rid of it. And when I abide by the rules and throw things in the proper bags, not too full so that the guys don't throw out their backs tossing them onto the truck, et cetera and so on, then it is just so much work and hassle. Grumble, grumble, grumble.
Patricia remains at the cottage. She decided this morning to take one more vacation day, Tuesday. So, she will be coming back tomorrow, likely in the afternoon. We will both be at the cottage for the Canada Day weekend, a scant 10 days hence.
I am working on my media column for my Frank deadline. It's a two deadline week for me. Next week, I have every intention of delivering another true crime article. One a week, until I get a nice stockpile and can enjoy my July vacation without having to worry about a damned deadline.
It's funny because as soon as I finish this media column, I immediately start working on the next one. Sisyphus, meet this big rock. Roll it up that hill for me, won't you? There's a good fellow.
(No, I'm not complaining. Just explaining. Two different things.)
I am supervising the washing machine. It is just going into a cycle where, it it gets off balance, the machine will shake itself to pieces. I will put them on the clothesline in the morning before I go to work.
I think I will call it a day. Been a long one, and tomorrow promises to be one, too.
See you then.