My life in trash. Grrr. We have three 3-little ladies living in my complex and I am obliged by the city of Santa Monica to pay for those two giant cans. We generate a few bags of garbage, a bit of recycling, and some lawn clippings. However this is how full and disgusting the cans get and my gardeners haven’t even come yet this week.
In the complex across the alley they have no less than twenty 20-residents and their trash facilities consists entirely of that one container on the lower left (having just been picked up). So of course it gets piled to the sky and they just throw their trash and all the recycling over my way.
The other properties near me in the alley have smaller cans like the ones on the lower right and no recycling, so passing by the recycling (in front of my gate), well, might as well toss the garbage too (in front of my gate).
And notice how the cans on the lower right are lined up. I have to move them every week from in front of my garage. Grrr. Sometimes several weeks will go by with only minor aggravation and then…this kind of hideous mess makes me craaaaazy.
Ahhh, a good vent. That felt good.