I’ve had two very nice nights out this week thanks very much to hubby dearest.
On Monday I decided to take a deep breath and tackle the front yard, clearing up all the devastation caused by the latest storms we’ve had. Our garden was a complete mess, covered in fallen branches, leaves and debris so I raked that all up and stacked the wood on the kerb for the bin men to take away when they get around to it.
Speaking of bin men, they have completely destroyed our rubbish bin by tossing it around without any respect so Bill went out and bought another one a few weeks ago.
It’s a standard wheely bin but for some reason the dustmen refused to empty it and it’s been sat on the drive way getting increasingly unsanitary. Driving through the neighbourhood we began to notice that on Braeburn Drive everyone had this type of large wheeled dustbin, yet on our road everyone has these piddly little round can style bin. The difference is that Braeburn Circle is Dekalb County, whereas Braeburn Drive is City of Atlanta.
I finally did some online research and found that the bin Bill bought is deemed 5 gallons too large by the Dekalb binmen.
This is completely crazy when you think that they are quite happy to collect double mattresses and old furniture from the kerb but apparently can’t empty a standard wheely bin. In fact, I cleared up the front porch too and put out the remains of our old bed and some other junk. That got removed without without question, but our bin was left to get ever more stinky.
Eventually I had to give in and with many internal curses at the dustmen for not at least emptying the thing and leaving a polite note to say that they wouldn’t empty it in future, I put on some thick garden gloves and trying not to retch managed to empty the revolting decomposing rubbish and bag it up. This was absolutely disgusting as the bin was now a thriving community of maggots writhing around in the most foul smelling sludge I’ve ever witnessed.
Afterwards I felt rather like Lady Macbeth, having to run into the shower and keep scrubbing myself all over trying to escape the filth.
Wasn’t sure what to do with the bin seeing as it was useless for it’s intended function, however, I’m now hoping it may be useful as a compost bin, have filled it with some of the garden leaves and weeds and thrown a handful of worms on top.
Anyway, Bill came home from work and was amazed by my efforts. So much so that he amazed me and swept me out of the house for a nice meal at the local Thai restaurant. Love my hubby!
There is a really cool theatre in Atlanta called the Fox Theatre. Built in the late 1920s, it used to be a very grand mosque and so the building is quite amazing. The auditorium is an opulent recreation of an Arabian courtyard and the ceiling is a sky of twinkling stars with projected fluffy clouds lazily drifting across it.
Bill took me there on Thursday night because they were having a special presentation of Sin City and he thought it would be a really cool place to see the film. He was right.
As we found our seats an organist played and jovially tried to get the audience to sing along with the lyrics to such songs as “Georgia on my Mind” projected onto the cinema screen. I think the only person that took him up on that was the guy sat behind me who halfhearted caterwauled along.
A compere took to the stage to welcome and introduce the presentation and we then got treated to a Speedy Gonzalez cartoon as the opening feature.
Sin City was interesting. I think I liked it but found that the violence wore on me a tad. The film was beautifully made and stylish but it just began to be a little too much.
When we got home Bill dug out some of his Sin City books and I was surprised at how accurately the film reflects the comic strips. The books were practically complete story boards for the film.
Another part of the evening that I really appreciated was the chance to watch a totally different crowd of people to the ones I usually see. The people at the Fox that night were very obviously the college crowd and were very studenty. It was interesting in itself to sit back and people watch, though there was still a distinct lack of anyone terribly eyecatching.