Each week I risk my life…

 

Taking out the garbage and recyclables!

I am not kidding. I’s a big production.  It’s downright scary if you think about it.

First, I pray that I won’t fall down.

Next, I wait till there is enough light outside.

Then, I put my cell phone and its carry purse around my neck, so should something actually occur I can call my cousin (to come and gather me off the pavement).

Then, I set out slowly, aware of my surroundings.

I use a lightweight walker for this that has a life of its own and tries to speed up at the end of my slightly slanted driveway.

Sometimes this turns into a social event with people on the sidewalk, at the end of the driveway, with dog leashes, or children’s little hands in their hands.

But usually not, unfortunately.

I’m always glad when this is a fait accompli!

Then, later, I have to strategize the trip back.

It would almost be worth getting re-married so I would have a good solution to this.