Two or three weeks ago, we put our trash cans by the curb as is done every Friday morning.

The trash truck came at about the same time as it always does and emptied the cans.

Honestly, I do not recall if we pulled the cans back up to the house that day or the next morning, but when we did, one can was missing. The lid still lay on the ground where the trash guy had tossed it. The can, however, was no where to be found.

It was a nice  trash can. One that we have had for years and years. Rubbermaid. Green. The handle had broken off so Ray had fashioned a handle from a thick, coated cable. Turns out, we much prefer it to the regular hard handle it came with.

After a week, I broke down and bought a new trash can. A big, black one. The lid from the green was still, I’m sorry to say, right where the trash guy had tossed it on that fateful Friday morning.

We left this morning for a basketball tournament and were gone all day.  When we returned, our errant green trash can was sitting on the little sidewalk next to our entry door, in effect, blocking the way into the house. It wanted to be noticed. It also had it’s lid on!

We joked for a while about how it had missed us and came home. Or, how, perhaps, some kids had taken it and their parents (very responsibly) had made them return it. Or, maybe, according to Phoebe’s theory, really strong chickens had borrowed it. I guess they must have been done with it.

So, now we have three trash cans. I really hope we don’t fill them every single week. Maybe, occasionally when we do a purge from the house, but I really hope that we don’t generate that much garbage on  a regular basis.

At any rate, welcome home, green Rubbermaid trash can!