Alone, Outside


English: One of many garbage bags at a sports ...

English: One of many garbage bags at a sports event. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Before, I say anything, I just want to let you know that I am in a good mood. Although, having to go outside and pick up crap was not fun.

After getting up this morning,and realizing no one was going to be stopping by, I took my time drinking my coffee and enjoying my blogging friends. I even showed off one of my granddaughters earlier this morning.

The sun was hinting to me that it was warming up as the central air kicked on. I fought it very hard, but inside my heart, I knew I needed to get outside to clean the yard before I turned into a roasted marshmallow!

You realize this is the same thing we do with God also. We know what we need to do. It is right there in our mind and our heart, but we fight it and fight it. We either turn our backs on God and turn into a disappointment, or we listen to him and do what is right, and move in his work and word.

So, I get myself dressed in a one piece romper, terry cloth. I know I do not have the figure to wear it, but who is going to see me?, a passer-by, the squirrels, or maybe an old lady peeking out of her window? haha. I walk outside and I feel the heat. I have my flip-flops on. I know I should be wearing my shoes and socks, because I have diabetic Neuropathy, but gosh darn, it is hot, and my feet were begging me to be free. I felt the sun beat down on my delicate little fat toes, and I quickly moved to the shaded areas to start my job.

I believe this is the fourth clean-up job for me,although the other three were done together with other helping hands, so it is just me out here alone. I do what I tell others never to do. I work for a while, and then look at what is ahead of me yet. I do know that doing this makes me more tired than I was a moment ago. Never preach what you will not practice.

As I moved inch by inch, I was picking up nails, staples, little pieces of tar papers, and single pieces of shingles, and some of them were double shingles. I filled up three bags and a garbage can of trash. What made me a little irritated, wasn’t the fact I was cleaning up from the roof left overs, but I was picking up the guys junk also. Water bottles, bottle labels, cigarettes and food wrappers. Are you serious? I have to touch those dirty butts that someone else sucked on and had in their mouth? Cooties for sure! LOL. I know they deserved to smoke, and drink, and even eat, but something about touching those ciggy butts made me ill, and I smoke, so it must be a germ thing.

I had two small piles on the cement where the car sat, and I tried a couple of times to sweep them into the bag with my broom and a dust pan, but I could not keep the flimsy plastic trash bags open, and they are even Hefty ones, strong, powerful, made to do any job! Not!

I go inside where Al is sitting all nice and comfy in his recliner, in the cool air, and ask him if he can help me outside. He didn’t want to go, not so much because of the Parkinson’s, but he didn’t want to help, but he came out. I don’t know what was going on. Maybe it was the mental challenge, or the heat or the Parkinson’s or the idea he didn’t want to help, but it was a useless idea. He could not or would not hold the bag open for me, and when I tried putting the dust pan inside of the bag, it would only catch half and the other half went back to the ground. Now it is 91 degrees out here in the shade. I can’t do this. Diabetics, at least me, do not do well with our sugar management when we are over heated. I sent him back inside, and went to the natural scooper, my hands, and got all of the big stuff, then used the broom and dust pan for the final touches.

I put all the tools away, swept off the porch, ran the broom around the edges where there were millions of tiny pieces of sparkles and little beads from the old shingles. The edges of the house were coated so that the color of the house looked like black mold. After doing the sweep thing, all color came back. I picked up all extension cords, boom boxes, and walked all around the house with my little black bags. If a child would be a passenger in a car going by, he would wonder if I was Santa. My skin was turning red from the sun but I had a black goodie bag, instead of a red one!

After three hours, and a mild sun-burn so far, and a nice cool shower, and clean clothes, I have finished the project. Now I am going to post this and take a nap on my couch with the air running and a light weight blanket covering me with my own soft pillow. See you all later on, after Al wakes up from his nap!

27 thoughts on “Alone, Outside

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  2. Hello Terry,

    I noticed you were following my blog and wanted to come and read yours. I love your blog! I loved this story. If I may make a suggestion. I have a big trash can on wheels and all jobs such as this go into that. I can pull it with me. I also have a large dog “pooper scooper” and I rake it all in there and put it in the trash bag in the can. Saves on the back and a whole lot of time. Great story and thanks for sharing. I will be back to read more. God Bless, SR

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    • yes, i have one of those also on wheels. i weighted it down so badly, that now i have to wait for my son to come back so he can take care of it for me! don’t tell anyone, but when i first started i tried using a snow shovel. haha, but my brother could not help, forcing me to use my own hands. so glad you stopped by. hope to get to chat again with you!!!

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  3. Terry, on honest day’s work there in the morning … and I beat you had a nice snooze on the sofa. Today it has rain here .. have problem with my netbook , it will not open some posts if they have too many photos, something with the flash player – it cut out the whole time. Yes, have to live with that.

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  4. Enjoy your nap, you deserve it. I loved the suggestion of the bin on wheels and the pooper scooper.

    I’m afraid I’m lazier than you and have been putting off the yard clean up for far too long. I am the queen of procrastination.

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  5. I’ll bet that feels good to have behind you. I live in an apartment so don’t have yard work to do, but my inside work gets left until I can’t leave it any longer. I don’t want to get lost in my own apartment. 🙂 I hope the nap did you a world of good and that you sleep well tonight. I’m off to bed now and hoping for a better night’s sleep than last night.

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    • it really does feel good. I always like being able to complete a job i do. i used to live in a condo where everything was done for me on the outside, now that we moved back to our home state, i am once again trying to do things myself. i am up in the middle of the night now, as i took that long nap, darn it. hope you are sleeping like a baby tonight…………hugs

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      • Thanks, I did sleep better. Only trouble was that I went back to sleep after my alarm went off. But I still got to church only a few minutes later than usual, and usual is a half hour before the service begins. Normally I drive our greeter and she has to be there early. I guess it was a good thing she was away today or I would have been late getting her there.

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  6. Still watch out for those nasty little roofing nails…It’s been months since our new roof and I’m still finding them…I believe they come down from the gutters when it rains…just itching to give me a flat tire…Glad you have everything done…that’s a good feeling …~mkg

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    • you are so right, they are everywhere. i have picked up so many but there are plenty more. my son suggested me renting this big magnet tool, that you walk with you and it picks up almost every one. i am considering it because of tires, and my little grandkids that play here. thanks Marilyn for a great comment

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