Here's a weird item...

 

We live in Charlotte County Florida, and pay taxes and utilities to the county for water, sewer, and garbage to be picked up... The day they pick up our garbage, recycling, including garden waste is Wednesday.

This week due to the new liner being installed the old torn stiff liner was put out for pick up the night before, Tuesday; just like we always do with all garbage. 

They passed it by Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday after we called to find out why we were told they needed a clam truck to pick it up since it looked too heavy!

Hubby is seventy-one years old and had cut it in two twenty-pound pieces and it was he who brought it out to the curb!

Today, it was finally picked up, by an older Waste Management employee on one of their trucks, he had tossed each piece using only one hand into the back of their truck! 

I had to call to tell them what I just saw, and I got Diane on the phone at Waste Management, (darn my pictures were full or I would have taken a picture... lately I have to empty my camera before taking more, so many are online these days between my blog and Facebook so dumping any that is why I do not worry.) I told Diane what I had just seen, and how upsetting it was that they thought it was too heavy and kept leaving it!

She thoughtfully agreed.

They have ruined a few of our garden waste containers, that are owner-owned! Due to them tossing them without concern, dragging them on the street too! The containers costing from anywhere from $25 to $50, as per Hubby. Also, they had promised that their local dispatcher or supervisor would call Hubby back, and so far he/she hasn't!

This is NOT a FREE service, we pay for it! 

And that concludes my rant for today!

Moving on...

The filling of the pool is on a short hold.

It had leaked overnight and Hubby knew right away why the gaskets around the drains needed to be replaced and so he went to our local automotive store and bought them!

Before he went to Publix grocery for a few items we needed.

Moving on... once again... this morning's sunrise!

*Oh, and our new recliner loveseat will be here Friday from Overstock, so sooner than originally stated! Only nine days since ordered!

And so we must go, for now ...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant day.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made, I will comply anyway, for the fun of it,... so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site, that day, what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,... some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but... as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.

3 months................................................ 3 years

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018. (Although, the actual date this blog started was June 25, 2008.) 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties... We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear out the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

The animal control lady was called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!