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Snow daze and a new stress syndrome …

It’s official. I’ve had it with winter. Poke me with a fork. I’m done.

This frostbite-inducing, mind-numbing, un-South like mix of cold rain, ice and near continuous sub-30 temperatures have pushed me over the edge into the free-fall of a total weather funk.

Along with way, it hijacked my trash walks with it. I’ve continued to trek but faster than usual just to get through the frigid torture and be done with it. The piles of junk normally spilled on the driveway, photographed and sorted for the recycler continued to sit in a heap behind the garage.


But no more.

In this freezing weather I  just couldn't bring myself to dump out the bags and catalog the trash. I'll get back to the routine - just not today.

In this freezing weather I just couldn’t bring myself to dump out the bags and catalog the trash. If a court were to convict me of litter negligence, they could throw away the key – as long as they banished me to a warm cell.

This morning, and for the first time ever, I audibly said “To hell with this.” I picked up the snow-covered, unsorted bags representing several days of litter patrols and dumped them into the recycle bins. We’ll let the Charlotte/Mecklenburg trash authorities decide what goes where.

It kills me to do so, but if I were in a court of law, I would claim some sort of weather-induced duress, aka MWWS (Mid Winter Weather Syndrome). The judge would no doubt see through this ruse/smoke screen and would sentence me to walk more laps around my neighborhood.

But I’d ask for some type of stay to delay the punishment. Like, say, until May 15. My extremities should be warmed up by then.


About Dave Bradley (264 Articles)
I'm the one behind two totally unrelated blogs; one on 15 years of writing a weekly letter to my kids (plus other recipients), the other on my localized environmental responsibility. I'm a writer by trade and both endeavors are accepted practice for me. As for the letters, my adult children Ellen and Reid may have seen letters as corny at one point, but it's accepted practice for them, too, to find something in their mailbox other than bills and junk mail. Email and texting don't do a lot for me for a lot of different reasons. Snail mail has its place in the communicative world so as long as they keep selling stamps, I'm buying. As for 'Pick Up Your Path' and the environment, I advocate what citizens can do themselves to take a direct hand in their neighborhood environment. But Pick Up Your Path is also a general environmental blog. It may be largely about litter and trash, but both of those are just one element of the total environmental picture.

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