Why is it so hard to remember garbage day?

Welcome to 2010. I'm really not on my game yet. Wednesday I left my work lap top at home, forgot to drop by the Brownie troop leaders house for the cookie paperwork (anyone want to buy Girl Scout cookies?) and was 15 minutes late for a conference call.

Last night was the worst though. We forgot to take the garbage out. This is on the heels of forgetting to take the garbage out the week before. So, needless to say, we are in serious need of garbage service this week. The sort of good news is that when I got up at 2:30am to turn the heat down (because we'd also forgotten to do that) Ben remembered the garbage. Since I was already up, I trudged outside. Pajamas, Ben's sneakers, my puffy Oregon coat, the garbage and I all headed to the curb in the rain.

En route I discovered that the fence gate is officially broken. It's one of those household repairs that sort of limps along. You know the kind - the broken thing that you learn to live with until you put your house on the market and realize you haven't had functioning knobs on your stove for 7 years.

The gate has been almost broken from the time it was built 3 years ago. The problem is the latch. It's loose and sometimes one of the two screws falls out. We put the screw back in. Then we hope.

Well, last night at 2:30 am when I came back from the curb I found that the latch was totally gone. One can assume it was somewhere on the soggy lawn, but in the middle of the night there was no hope I could find it. I could still shut the gate but couldn't guarantee it would stay shut. And with the recent wind I could assume it wouldn't. Sounds like something we could live with for the night, but unfortunately the dog was pacing around when I got up like he wanted to go out so I was faced with two choices. Find a way to get the fence shut or actually walk the dog at 2:30 in the morning. I went with the fence. So, 20 minutes later I had a huge black plastic garbage bag rigged into a long rope that tied the gate to the fence. I then let the dog out to do his business. Waited some more. Let him back in. And finally returned to bed after 3:00.

Was that an interesting story? Blog-worthy? I really don't know. But, was I really mad about it? Yes. And did I really want to share it with all of you? Yes.

I hear people complain (and I'm often one of them) that the world of blogging is just a lot of narcissistic people talking about boring details of their everyday lives. But on the other hand, I read a lot of blogs that I find useful or funny or thought-provoking. I hope we aren't the boring narcisstic kind of blog. But what kind of blog are we? Emily, what kind of blog do we want to be? (and Emily, are you still blogging?)