I'd been picking up trash around my neighborhood pretty regularly last fall and winter. But depression is tough to keep habits with. And I got a big ass rake and hi-vis vest to clear out storm drains when the rain season happened, but the timing never worked out. So I went out today, to do my normal thing, knowing it would be a lot. But it was so much. And broken bottles across where people ride their bikes, and a storm drain TOTALLY COVERED in layers of trash and leaves and dirt and trash, and I tried to use my lil grabby stick to clear it away, and I knew I was only blocks from home to get the big rake meant for this work, but I was ADHD impatient, and I went at it anyway. Broke the rake. And my right hand got a bit of a rash on it - maybe from a plant brushing my hand on the way into the bag? I almost put gloves on too, but thought it was unnecessary overkill. :/ And I knew I needed a hat and that sunglasses would just fall off of me, but I brought sunglasses anyway and immediately regretted, but again, didn't walk the 1 block back to put hem on my porch so they kept falling out of my pants pocket :/
I feel so much like Ricky Matsui in Season 2 of Unsleeping City. Care and maintenance are full time jobs that no one appreciates until it stops. It's a little task until it gums up the works and everyone's mad. Maybe I will go back out with a broom and pan to clean up the glass and then call it a day, though the glass bits I already picked up were cutting through my small trash bags already, so the whole thing feels a bit hopeless without another type of vessel. Which I can get from the recycle bin. Or my own trash. :/ Work work.
