Creepy dumpster kid

At the end of the day, I had a text from di that said....are you busy? Which as all good friends know means I need to talk. So I dial and we talk while I shut my computer down, drive home and pull into my parking lot. I look over and say...there is a creepy kid at the dumpster. I think about staying on the line until he leaves...no one else is around. She says, maybe he’s just an evil little man. Nah – think it’s a kid. Well I’m going to go help creepy dumpster kid. So I walk over and he’s trying to throw open a giant dumpster lid and hurl his little plastic grocery bags overflowing with trash into it. So I get there just in time to help him hold up the lid while he makes one more big throw and the bag breaks and trash goes everywhere. There were pieces of loose leaf – ah loose leaf paper....good times...I could just picture him at his little desk just drawing away and solving his little math problems or sketching out comics. Plus there were random pudding cups, candy wrappers, fabric softener sheets...and a crow bar. Seriously, he picks up this giant crow bar and starts poking it at the dumpster, so I think maybe this is how he usually props the dumpster open to throw in his trash. What’s that? I ask. It’s a crow bar....my dad doesn’t want it any more. BAM! Down it goes into the dumpster....i could have lost an eye. Then I notice he’s only wearing socks....aren’t your feet cold? No. Well, I guess we should pick up the trash that fell out of the bag I say, which means I’m using my “tallness” to hold open the lid while he’s piece by piece throwing stuff in. He starts to walk away so I think he’s finished. He comes back with an ice tea bottle. I think – hmmm I could teach him to recycle, but the bottle was full...and it’s like 30 degrees. So I open the dumpster lid and the kid shoots and sort of fades back like he’s having a Michael Jordan moment in his imagination. Thanks he says, and walks into the apartment building next door. I half expected him to wander off into the parking lot. Nope. Not homeless, just stupid parents. WHO lets their kid go to the dumpster – giant industrial dumpster by themselves in 30 degrees with no shoes? So I come inside and call Di back to make sure she knows I was not killed by creepy dumpster kid, even though he was packing a crow bar.

If you could call me, I would love that. I just put my Elf ringtone back on my phone. It’s from the scene where the guy in the department stores says....Ok people tomorrow morning 10 a.m....santa’s coming to town. OMG SANTA....I know him!!! Makes me happy. And I have to do all my pre-Christmasing now because I miss out on the 2 weeks after Thanksgiving when I’m in Israel. And my phone doesn’t work in Israel, so you can see my dilemma.

Maybe I’ll make pumpkin bread tonight....the first of the season...woo hoo. I can narrow it down to having pumpkin in my cabinets, but not sure if I have any of the other ingredients. Was going to try out a new yoga studio, but had super uncalled for stressful day today.....Di and I discussed how it’s pretty bad when you don’t go to the things that could distress you because you’re stressed out. I’m going tomorrow to my usual place, I just wasn’t up for trying something new or falling over on a stranger.