things are heating up

both literally and figuratively.  Finally a day when we can be outside without jackets!  And we are just about ready for the art show this weekend. Today I did a bit of labeling for the pieces I plan to hang, but otherwise we are ready.
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Yesterday was the day they pick up the garbage and, every two weeks, yard waste.  We usually put out our bins the night before, and that was the way it was, except for the big bag from the clean up of the yard.  It didn't go out until  about 8:30am, which I didn't know.  Well, it wasn't picked up, and David fussed about it until this afternoon, when he engaged in his new hobby of phoning the city, where he was bluntly told that if it wasn't out before 7:00am, there was no guarantee.  So it goes back in the garage for another two weeks, as it missed last time too.

As well, the big brooms were on our street yesterday to sweep the pavement of the salt and sand that had been laid down over the winter.  One of them must have been in pretty poor shape as it left a trail of some sort of oily fluid in patches all along the block, including a big pool of it, right at the base of our driveway.  This resulted in another call to the city, who said they couldn't be out to clean it up for a couple of days.  Since many, many cars swing into the street, and use our driveway to turn around, David was worried about them tracking the fluid up on to our driveway.  So-o-o, he put the big plastic bench, usually found in the backyard, at the foot of the driveway, but still on our property.  This worked well, and the cars started using the driveway next door to turn around.  We went to bed secure in the knowledge that our driveway was safe.  Got up and no bench.  We laughed and figured someone must have thought it was there for a "give away" weekend ( on Wednesday??), because it was in pretty rough shape and certainly not worth stealing.  We were off doing our shopping, and came home in the middle of the afternoon, and while putting the car away, David spotted the bench carefully positioned in the neighbour's back yard, amongst the flowers and trees. This is the squirrel hating, wine loving neighbour.  After a bit of a giggle, we decided to leave well enough alone.