In truth, it's early Monday morning, but who's arguing this point?
Sunday night has its routine. My kids and I do the Sunday running, culminating with some grocery shopping at Wal-Mart, and then dropping canned goods off at my daughter's school. Someone built a large cabinet out front, where anyone can drop off food, and take food, no questions asked.
I tell my kids to keep quiet about this. Mainly, I don't want it to get distorted what we're doing. We do our good deeds in secret, I tell her, even as I write this on Steemit, though still covered with some anonymity.
In the evening, after the kids have had their showers, I call my folks and chat with them, then get the kids into bed. Then I'll go to Wendy's and get some late dinner as my wife and I watch TV, currently "Angel" and "Pawn Stars."
Finally, I go out and roll out the garbage cans. I also bring out a galvanized tub, filled with ice and bottled Gatorade and water for the trash pickup guys. It's another thing I do to pay back what I've been blessed with. I know these guys don't get paid much, nor do they get much respect, but I try to make their job a little easier.
It's so much easier in the warmer summer months. I enjoy the outdoors when it's warm, dark, and quiet. Tonight I saw a firefly flashing, first of the season. You hear the usual stuff: crickets, traffic, neighborhood dogs. We've even got waterfowl and cattle nearby. One night I heard two packs of coyotes, howling and yipping to each other, miles apart. It was something else.
Taking out the trash is more of a chore in the winter. Obviously the cold is a problem, as is often the rain. I bear this in mind for my trash guys. Instead of water, during the winter I gave the heat packs for toes and hands.
I don't know if this is what they really need, but it's what I'm giving. Despite this, I don't really want to know the trash guys. Meeting new people to me is like pulling teeth.
But, as you're about your Sunday night routine, and all the other routines, think of little of the "other" folks around you. The little things just might make a huge difference.
