June 27, 2014 – Today was recycling day. It’s the first one I’ve been able to capitalize on in several weeks. I was out walking around the neighborhood as soon as the sun lifted over the treetops. Waffles, Betty and Hattie came with me. It was their first time playing the circuit, so we took our time scratching and pecking through every blue bin we came upon.
When we got to Mr. Barley’s house, he was in the driveway getting ready to leave for work.
“Good morning, Mr. B.!” I said optimistically as he got into his car.
“Good morning, ladies!” he replied equally as cordial. “Have fun in the bins today; I loaded them up with plenty of treasures for you. Use everything but the crow!”
He pulled into the road and drove away, waving goodbye with his entire arm out the window.
“Use everything but the crow?” Betty stammered. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s called comedy,” I laughed, “like when we tell Wilma she smells like a goat. Though, now that I think about it, it’s not a very nice remark. Then again, it always makes Wilma laugh. Hmmm. “
I was set to ponder the fine line between humor and insults when Waffles yanked an old transistor radio out from under a pile of soda cans.
“Hap! We can build a satellite with this!”
After that, my focus switched to landing on the moon.