So, out we go to get Caleb off to school. This is, of course the morning ritual all week long. Today is different, though, and I’ve only encountered it once before, at night. No, its not a lunar eclipse. That would have been cool! Its not Ed McMahon visiting. That would have been cool, too! No, this was (pull)a force that was much more insidious and pervasive(/pull). I swear that the smell was exactly like the one in the invisible cloud we drive through on the way between Fredericton and Oromocto. Yes, you’ve got it. It smells like the public dump! Why does the air outside my home smell like the landfill that is more than five miles away? Is this the way of the future? Am I to be living in a town that stinks? We may as well move to St John, then, as that smell is much more tolerable (smells from the pulp mill, oil refinery, and general pollution). Am I the only one in town that uses my blue and grey boxes? Does that even matter for this problem? What to do. What to do…
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You had Ed McMahon visit once at night before?
I don’t think that I like the implication that you’re trying to make.
Bwaaa - ha-ha-ha-ha! :w00t:
I can’t believe Diane hasn’t commented yet with a link to a song that goes along perfectly with this title. Heck, the song has immediately started playing in my head the three times I’ve read the title of this post…lol.
What are the blue and grey boxes for? Your trash and recycling?
Yes, sort of. We have a blue box for plastic and metal and a gray box for paper. In town, they pick them up on alternate weeks. I sometimes have to take them up to the big bins at the mall, though because I miss putting them out on recycle day. That’s not as big a thing as it used to be when I lived out of town and it was once a month.
LOL! That was the same song playing in my head when I read the post title ! LOL
Sewer? Is it sewer? Do you have public sewage or a septic tank under your ground that you didn’t know about? Actually, I have public sewage AND a septic tank under the ground in my back yard that I didn’t know about. Sometimes it stinks. Sometimes it doesn’t.
This isn’t the same smell. There’s a certain pungent aroma when you’re downwind of the incinerator at the dump. This is the smell. Its almost unmistakable.