Why did I stop writing here? With the grace of 20/20 hindsight, there were a LOT of reasons. My daughter's journey would get tougher and tougher, and as I added work into the mix of raising two kids, it was one more thing I just didn't have time for. And well, that work thing. It sure does suck a lot of free time away, doesn't it? Even though I am still only part time. I will be honest, as much as I adored all the people on the blogosphere that were kind enough to grace me with their wit and time, I just could not keep up with the constant commenting that I felt was only fair to these wonderful people. So instead, what did I do? I did what any self respecting coward would do. I ghosted, of course. Not that I think my absence was enough to cause people to be distressed, but I feel badly if anyone felt slighted. Even as I write this, I feel like I am being waaaay too self important. Isn't that the whole point of a blog, though? Nobody writes a blog that doesn't
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I did feel uncomfortable though.
If I saw someone I didn't recognize going through the trash, I would let them have at it. If I DID recognize them, I would be curious.
Because of my son and wife I would be alarmed if someone was poking around the garbage at my house now.
When I lived in DC I was friends with a few homeless people and I wouldn't have given it a second though. But Cities are much different then the Suburban areas.
It doesn't bother me. We don't have a lot worth recycling. I remember telling one guy years ago that we seldom drank soda, never drank beer, so there wasn't much in our cans. He remembered.
In my back yard, that would bother me. At the curb? If they can make a few cents and don't leave a mess, I let them have at it.
Heidi