Taking out the trash

Last night I suddenly realized I could not find a check that had come in the mail on Saturday. My husband had laid it in the kitchen Saturday evening and in my frenzy of cleaning house I had misplaced it. Well, I am always accused of throwing away everything when I clean up, so I immediately went to out garbage can to begin the process of looking. There were three bags in there, since our garbage collector runs on Friday, it was not full, yet. I reconized the most current bag based on it's content and began sorting through it all. After a few minutes my husband joined me to sort and comment on my ability to throw stuff away. Whenever trash is the subject he always tells me I am wasteful, throw too much away, and I hate the rest of the story. Everytime he takes the trash out he mouths about the amount and the full trash can already. I HATE THE TRASH ISSUE!!!!! As we are going through the trash it occurred to me the life factor. People think they can hide their problems by throwing the stuff in a place where no one will look for it. Just drop it in the bucket and no one will know it is yours. As I am sorting and looking I can identify each room's trash, each person's trash, the trash from cooking dinner and junk mail. Everything is fine until you lose something and then you must pull out all the garbage to find it. The trash smelled, it was messy and I did not want to touch it; however, I did not have anything to hide in that can. As it turned out the check was in the kitchen afterall. My hands smelled bad and I regreted having to do this messy job, but I had to be sure. Going through the trash can be enlightening about one's self. It can be messy. It can be difficult. It can be disappointing. It can be a relief. Maybe there are things you need to save, or throw away for good, before you roll that baby to the curb.