Trash Day

It doesn't get much better than trash truck day at our house.  Boulder is pretty amazing actually.  They do curbside compost.  I feel proud of that.   But the pick-up has all the elements of a great event:  

• The preparation. Will's chore to gather up the loot, Clara's chore to pull the bins out.  Sometimes these work out...
• The sense of accomplishment.  Seriously, Clara talks/brags about this all week.
• The anticipation.  John jumps at the word "trash."
• The last minute sense of urgency.  I run out to add a few more things. John screams. 
• The far away sound of it coming.  Everyone gets in their best viewing positions.
• The loud and almost scary sound of its arrival.  Everyone checks to make sure their viewing position is close to Mom.  Sometimes I'm holding multiple children.
• Then the big event: the actual dumping!  Those big huge claws reach out and grab the trash.  Or sometimes they miss.  That's really exciting.  Even more exciting is when the trash truck guy / celebrity has to get out of the truck for the Chtristmas Tree or for an extra recycling box.  
• Finally, there's the departure.  I have such a good feeling, both from ridding our house of stuff and from watching this scene: