White Trash

Today, I sat on my back porch, and as I looked about me images of high top gym shoes, OP clothing, mullets, and acid washed jeans popped into my head. I think the images came because of my surroundings. My house is looking a little trashy. While it doesn't appear that way from the front, the back makes a statement. (Kind of like a mullet!)

White Trash Evidence #1-In a corner of my yard there rests 3 pool inflatables. They at one point were properly inflated and used but probably have found their resting point as target practice for birds. I am sure my roommate Renee has no plans of using them again. We'll see if she picks them up before snowfall. If not, she gets a special note.

White Trash Evidence #2-The grass is 5 inches tall, with marks of baldness due to earlier Round-Up abuse. I haven't taken the old push wonder of a 1960's lawnmower to it since July. There is also an area that just won't grow grass in. It's the leprous part of the yard.

White Trash Evidence #3-I removed from the laundry room a very old and worn washing machine. I hauled it down the stairs by letting it rest against my back and letting it slide. I only got it to the back yard. It sits now out in the sun and weather just waiting for the haul away. I'll get to it.

White Trash Evidence #4-Besides the larger appliance, there is also a smaller one. On the patio stairs rests a George Forman Grill. It showed up sometime in July. At first, I thought maybe whomever set it there was giving it a good airing. But it hasn't yet moved. I'll get up the nerve to leave a note on the kitchen counter asking for the owner to remove it. I just can't do that till the washing machine is gone.