greene's blog: Thanksgiving 2020

A funny thing happened yesterday. Well, three funny things.

First, the man works cutting trees for the power company stopped by. He was part of the tree crew that removed some trees and half of my ancient Azalea bushes a few weeks ago. Here's the before and after of my house as viewed from the road.

Now that the house is visible from the road, people are forever waving or honking horns to say hello. Makes me feel like I should maybe not do gardening work while wearing my sleeping clothes. Have to get properly dressed and brush my hair. Maybe put on a dab of lipstick?

The man was here to pick up the three 8-foot cedar posts that I was giving him for free. As he carried away the posts, he offered to weed whack my yard for $200 which, of course, I politely refused since my budget would never stretch that far.

After he left, I was thinking to myself...why are some people so greedy that they receive a gift for free and then expect to get paid? Seemed sad to me. I just shook my head and got back to working in the yard, still trying to clean the mess left by the removal of the bushes.

Wednesday is trash day for many of my neighbors. Since I can't afford a private trash pickup, I pay a small tipping fee and carry my trash to the local landfill. It's fun to drive a few miles to save a ton of money plus my dog Jack really enjoyed snapping at the 'sky raisins' that end up inside the car. Yum.

So it was trash day, Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving. The big, stinky garbage truck came down the street. The brakes made an ear-piercing noise as the truck stopped across the street from my house. The two men riding at the back of the truck jumped off to wheel my neighbor's trash can onto the lift. As the trash can was being lifted into place, one of the men waved and hollered something to me. What? I pointed to my ears to indicate that I couldn't hear what he said. He ran across the street, jumped over the roadside ditch, came across my from 'lawn' and said, "I don't smell any turkey cooking!"

I laughed and told him that I don't really do much cooking anymore, mostly just cook for the dogs. He asked me what do I eat and I told him I just eat some of whatever I cooked for the dogs.
But seriously, what I cook for the dogs is perfectly good for humans, too. Oh, by the way, the black things are black beans...not sky raisins.

The man said, "Do you want me to bring you a plate tomorrow?" That was really nice but I told him that I'm on a really low-salt diet and can't eat what most people have on Thanksgiving. Well, his face lit up! He said that he was diabetic and the food would be cooked in such a way that it would be okay for me, he pointed to my house number and said, "522, got it. I'm bringing you a plate!"
It's not really funny that a garbage man is bringing me a plate. The funny part is that he's not even MY garbageman.

Ten minutes later I received a message from the two sisters (the women who had a tree fall in their yard and I helped with my little electric chain saw; the same women who helped do some yard clean-up in my yard); they asked me to pop in sometime on Thanksgiving to share their feast.

There was no way I would tell any of these nice people that I really don't really like turkey, but I sure am looking forward the the part of the meal that is 'all the trimmings' since that's the best part. I could make a meal from just the stuffing and cranberry sauce. Yum.

Hope your day is fill with good people, lots of good food, and some pleasant surprises.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Oh...one more thing. If anyone tries to serve stuffing with raisins and walnuts, or sweet potato casserole with raisins, or apple-raisin dressing...my dog Jack wants to remind everyone that 'sky raisins' from the local landfill are delicious but dogs should never eat raisins made from grapes.

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