Ever since I became a homeowner, I obsess about the trash people dump in my yard. Maybe it's because I live on one of the main drags through town, but people seem to use my spacious front yard as their personal waste disposal site. This obsession with trash is one of the (many) ways that I know I am turning into my mother. When I was a kid, she used to patrol our yard vigilantly, screening the boulevard in front of our house for any bit of foreign matter. Now I do the same thing.
Most of what I find is the usual stuff: fast food containers, plastic straws, bottles and beer cans, and those flimsy plastic garbage bags that the prairie winds like to whip around. This morning, though, I hit the Mother Lode: 
a little bit of the usual (a soggy Kleenex and a hunk of styrofoam) plus a couple of more unusual items: a plastic breast cancer awareness water bottle, and yes, that long skinny black thing with buttons is a TV remote control (batteries and battery cover missing).
Now, I've found weirder things in my yard (don't ask), but this last one puzzles me. What prompts someone to drive by my house and fling that out of the car window? If every piece of trash tells a story, then what story is this little device from Sony telling?
Perhaps they are trying to channel your blog?
Posted by: Lu | 31 January 2006 at 08:50 AM