We went out this morning, a very pleasant autumn Saturday morning, and did our round through a schoolyard, part of Raglan Street, and over the swinging bridge and around the museum. I was surprised to see there was relatively little recyclable material on our route. Usually, on a Saturday morning, which of course follows a Friday evening, we expect to find a lot of junk food packaging. This was not the case this morning, and I wonder if, with the cooler weather, people are less likely to be strolling around with junk food.
We also noticed, or should I say didn't notice as much stuff on the roads because there are so many piles of autumn leaves. They either cover or disguise a lot of what there is. It may be that we have less reason to be blue box walking for the next few months.
I can't say that I am too disappointed with that, because teary eyes and runny noses are some of the things that discourage me from cold weather walking. On the other hand, my companion barely notices the change in temperature and would not turn down a walk under most circumstances.
Keep on blue box walking,
Ray and Josh
Saturday 24 October 2015
Friday 9 October 2015
WET PICKING
Its not that often I go out Blue Box'n in wet weather. And for good reason. Everything is wet - duh!
Me and the Blue-box Dog went out this AM. Not only was everything wet, it was frequently embedded in soggy fall leaves. We both got home with muddy and wet feet.
Its days like these, combined by the sheer volume and ubiquity of collectibles, that make me wonder why bother. You really gotta smell the air, soak up the colors and bask in the companionship of my best friend. You can't ever think this is about a conclusion. There will never be a point where its done, where you got it all. There will always be people who think its fine, thank you, to empty their truck-cab out at the edge of a parking lot, people who finish that Frozen-Gack from Mr. Burger Hortoon and drop the container on your lawn. Its a process. Its like me and Josh (or any dog), there'll never be a point where he'll say he doesn't want a walk. Its a process of care.
Happy BBW-in' !
Me and the Blue-box Dog went out this AM. Not only was everything wet, it was frequently embedded in soggy fall leaves. We both got home with muddy and wet feet.
Its days like these, combined by the sheer volume and ubiquity of collectibles, that make me wonder why bother. You really gotta smell the air, soak up the colors and bask in the companionship of my best friend. You can't ever think this is about a conclusion. There will never be a point where its done, where you got it all. There will always be people who think its fine, thank you, to empty their truck-cab out at the edge of a parking lot, people who finish that Frozen-Gack from Mr. Burger Hortoon and drop the container on your lawn. Its a process. Its like me and Josh (or any dog), there'll never be a point where he'll say he doesn't want a walk. Its a process of care.
Happy BBW-in' !
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