A trunkful of recyclables patiently awaits,

A trunkful of recyclables patiently awaits, (and cries out long day's journey into night, no...not for Eugene O'Neill), but rather being distributed in their respective bins at Wegmans Under the Elms Dressed up in our Sunday finery, (which attire frankly looks no different than the clothes we wear on any other occasion, nevertheless we try our level best with steely mettle, we haul gull ass to said location in a concerted effort to be romantic on those singular occasions looking into the eyes of each other and blowing a kiss to the once upon a time fair maiden, who caught mine heart and soul immediately breaking free and clear of reverie, and getting back to the grubby business at hand as we hurriedly distribute reusable materials into their respective bins, so we can commence shopping for food, which dual purpose outing (us old married couple codgers feign being youngbloods in love) subsequently came to be hashtagged "A night on the town," (which title - after doing a Google search unknowingly identical to Rod Stewart's seventh album, released in 1976) located at 600 Commerce Drive Providence Town Center Collegeville, PA 19426?. The missus (once upon a time and in a former incarnation repurposed as a paper shredder, thus I continually remind myself not to put fingers of mine anywhere near her teeth), nevertheless counts herself as a diehard advocate of recycling, especially pulpy flesh and goes the extra green mile, or two, or three... to make her contribution to ecological beneficence, and within which eco conscious upbringing our two daughters (now grown and livingsocial on their own) free and clear of birth parents whose mien mean marred psyches etched indelible opportunistic ugly yelp review. Because the weather got so darned (please feel free to substitute your favorite expletive) cold, (compard to six months, when I bemoaned the polar opposite weather related lament), we stashed bulging bags of empty metal cans, plastic containers and empty bags, glass bell jars, paper, et cetera in our (actually mine) 2020 white Hyundai Elantra leaving neither little room for a driver, passenger, hitchhiker, nor a corpse to get stuffed in the trunk, which would pose an inconvenient truth to a hypothetical lifeless body. We promised ourselves (girl scout's honor in my case, and boy scout's honor courtesy the missus) come the first warm day, the above listed materials will fill up the appropriate bins at Wegmans, cause the facility where we reside (Highland Manor Apartments - managed by Crooks and Quade) does not deal with materials that can be repurposed. Thus the reason without rhyme why the five year old aforementioned automobile strongly resembles the vehicle ideal for junkyard dogs on Sanford and Son's - one of the countless sitcoms - first episode aired January 14th, 1972 produced by Norman Lear, which essentially follows the premise where junk dealer Fred Sanford - a older man of color runs roughshod over his son and partner, Lamont, in a groundbreaking situation comedy. Fred's money making schemes routinely backfire, and he does just about anything to get out of working -- up to and including faking a heart attack. Aside from the father figure character being rude, sarcastic, outspoken, overtly prejudiced, and pretty darn nasty to his friends and family, and other than outstanding belligerent traits, the older man makes for a fine companion. Additionally, the spouse used to save compostable material in the freezer, (and come the warmer months, when spring announced courtesy twittering songbirds and light buds barely peeking thru the cold earth she will do the same) buzzfeed leftover food - to animals James Herriot would smile on as All Creatures Great and Small, All Things Bright and Beautiful, All Things Wise and Wonderful, plus various and sundry other book titles paying homage to dear animals, who populate and take refuge within the strip of sum mall woodland barely edible in the first place that got blessedly co-opted courtesy mold. Actually most times the wife who does patchke (to fuss or mess around in an inefficient or inexpert way) surprisingly enough the I married not quite three decades ago does manage to hit upon a flavorful cause célèbre to be a Michelin success earning the maximum number of stars plus she starred and got showcased on Top Chef Amateurs.