Like trash in the wind.
Jan. 30th, 2009 04:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbanamazonSo it’s windy today. Granted, I do understand that saying that we have wind in Lethbridge is like saying there’s Batman in Gotham or vampires in Barrow. This is the place where kites are considered an instrument of suicide. This is the place where geese can either pass vehicles on the highway or be forced to a midair standstill (which is hilarious to see, by the way), depending on which direction they’re going, but we’ve had about three days straight now of fifty-or-so kilometer per hour howling, punctuated every few seconds by seventy-some kph gusts.
Actually, just checked the weather website, and we’re now under official severe weather warning with ‘sustained sixty to seventy kph winds with one hundred and ten kph gusts’ expected into the night.
Usually, this goes unnoticed for the most part, aside for the instinctive response to walk at a seventy degree angle to the ground and avoid driving behind semitrailers on the highway, which are kinda like a Mythbusters/Destroyed In Seconds episode waiting to happen as their wheels start to tip up from the asphalt.
So it’s windy today, which is Friday. Garbage day.
Even though there are five people living in this house, the majority either working or students, we don’t have a lot of trash. We recycle, when we can, and that helps as well. That being said, sometimes I wish we had more stuff to throw in the garbage bin, because perhaps that would keep our bin from getting blown over on a regular basis. The city provides the trash bins, see, those upright kind with wheels on the back that are chugged down like lumpy beer glasses by the transformer-like truck that makes its rounds and picks them up by a mechanical hand. Four times before I left for work, I had to haul it back upright at the curb (the trash can, not the truck).
I guess I should be lucky that mine only falls over: I was given a rather amusing image this morning as I counted a total of four rectangular garbage bins rolling smoothly on their two wheels down the middle of the street, perfectly upright, like Canadian-model Daleks.
Actually, just checked the weather website, and we’re now under official severe weather warning with ‘sustained sixty to seventy kph winds with one hundred and ten kph gusts’ expected into the night.
Usually, this goes unnoticed for the most part, aside for the instinctive response to walk at a seventy degree angle to the ground and avoid driving behind semitrailers on the highway, which are kinda like a Mythbusters/Destroyed In Seconds episode waiting to happen as their wheels start to tip up from the asphalt.
So it’s windy today, which is Friday. Garbage day.
Even though there are five people living in this house, the majority either working or students, we don’t have a lot of trash. We recycle, when we can, and that helps as well. That being said, sometimes I wish we had more stuff to throw in the garbage bin, because perhaps that would keep our bin from getting blown over on a regular basis. The city provides the trash bins, see, those upright kind with wheels on the back that are chugged down like lumpy beer glasses by the transformer-like truck that makes its rounds and picks them up by a mechanical hand. Four times before I left for work, I had to haul it back upright at the curb (the trash can, not the truck).
I guess I should be lucky that mine only falls over: I was given a rather amusing image this morning as I counted a total of four rectangular garbage bins rolling smoothly on their two wheels down the middle of the street, perfectly upright, like Canadian-model Daleks.
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