There’s not much of interest to report around here. So how would you like to hear about my neighbours and their garbage issues again?
Remember the group of Israeli youth who moved in and were better-than-average neighbours except they couldn’t figure out the complexities of Ottawa’s garbage system?
Well, they left. And they were replaced by another group of Israeli youth who also can’t figure out Ottawa’s garbage system. How’s that for a coincidence? Even weirder, the new group took over the old group’s jobs. We saw them working at Carlingwood mall, doing the exact same jobs the old Israeli youth used to do.
“What happened to the people who used to work here and lived next door to us?” asked GC.
“They died,” one of them replied. And then he threw back his head and laughed, so we laughed too. Hmmm.
The new people seem nice. Happy. Enthusiastic about everything. One day we saw one of them out back shovelling snow with a dustpan. No kidding. It had snowed like crazy for two days and he was trying to dig out the car with a dustpan. I don’t even know why, since the car had been dead for months. The old Israeli youth left it behind when they left, because it wouldn’t start. They told us it was a rental, but it seemed odd that they would leave a dead rental car out there for so long.
So anyway, about the garbage. The old Israeli youth couldn’t master the garbage, even though we tried to explain it and got written resources from CCOC to share with them. Eventually we had to simplify it for them by suggesting they just put everything in green garbage bags and forget about the recycling and organics bins, but they still couldn’t manage it.The new Israeli youth can’t do it either. Their little postage stamp back yard, which adjoins my little postage stamp back yard, was filling up with bags and bags of garbage. The final straw came when they tossed a package of raw chicken on top of it.
GC went to visit them. He told them that garbage day is every second Monday, and as luck would have it, that was tomorrow. If they put their garbage out front, a truck would come and take it all away. They thanked him enthusiastically and said they would do it.
And they did! They put out six green garbage bags!
The only problems were 1) they put it in their front yard instead of on the curb, 2) they put it out after the garbage truck had already passed, and 3) they only put out the garbage that was in their house; their back yard is still full of garbage.
But it’s a start, right?
(You know what would be really great? If the Israeli youth made friends with the occupants of the Pink House, which has the nicest, tidiest garbage on my street. You could eat off their garbage!)