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' ! 

What a concept!