I'm up, I'm dressed, in my retirment uniform, ball cap, T-shirt and, cargo pants; execpt for shoes and socks. It's a sunny day and will be comfortably warm. Today will include some sort of travel to the feed seed store for garden bits and bobs. My fiddles need to be played, the kitchen is a mess and the patio needs an over haul so that I may live on it with banjo, friends, dog and fiddle. My sidekick and companion "Biker" a PitRotLador wants to know what we are going to do today. Well it is Wednesday my normal criminal docket day during my working life, Walburgus Nacht is over. I will 1.) put on my shoes; and 2.) take out the garbage. It's Gar-bauge day and I can hear Trash Tringle down the street rattling the cans as much as 110 gallon plastic tubs can rattle. I would hate to miss the festivities what come with my weekely holiday.
BIKER SAYS HEY!
Ok, so maybe that's not the same Trash Tringle I saw down town. He has many helpers though. "here I come a wassalling among the trash so green... ."
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