This morning Seamus and I left for our walk at the exact same time that the trash truck pulled up in front of the house. Guess what! The trash truck takes the exact same route through the neighborhood that Seamus and I take on weekday mornings. It was like being stalked by a large, smelly aqua beast with glowing eyes, lumbering along behind us growling and squealing.
Not exactly a quiet, meditative stroll through the neighborhood, but kind of funny all the same.
