My parents "adopted" a stretch of highway that runs in front of their house about four years ago. All this entails is picking up trash on the side of the road twice a year. Since my parents have five kids (two of which live at home) it's normally not that hard for them to find a few volunteers to help them out. This Sunday, my middle sister and I were the volunteers. I remember that the first time we did trash pickup it was awful. There was a total of six people helping but it still took all afternoon. It was hot, sweaty, stinky work. Since that first time we've gotten a bit smarter about it. We only do trash pickups in the spring or fall when the weather's nice, we wear tall rubber boots, and we bought trash grabber sticks so we didn't have to bend down every few feet.
I think we got this trash pickup day done in two hours. It helped that my dad
had to be done by noon so he could watch the Green Bay Packers game. We picked up a total of 12 bags of trash and a kitchen chair. Not bad.
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from left to right- trash, sister, father |
Every time we do trash day, there is at least one really strange thing we find on the side of the road. This outing was pretty tame. However, we did find our first dead dog. And dead rooster. And skunk tail. Now that I think about it, it was a big day for dead things.
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