The monotony of the everday.

Sometimes it seems, life can get pedantic, every day you get up and you have to do this, or that, or the other thing. All preordained by god (if there is one.) or nature or society. For example today is garbage day, and all the trash we have collected over the week must be put out on the curb for the disposal crew. Of course we could just choose not to put the garbage on the curb but pretty quickly things would get out of hand. So how to deal with the monotony (which an online dictionary defines as tedious sameness or repetitiousness.) One thought that comes to mind is to disseminate our garbage into the neighbors piles on either side of our house. And see if the garbage man is aware enough to wonder what happens to the garbage from an obviously lived in house. (Of course thinking about it, if we find taking the garbage out to be a boring repetitious task, imagine what the garbage man goes through EVERY day.) Another possibility we would like would be if garbage bags came in different colors, besides the blue city bags the clear bags or black. We would like to see tie dye garbage bags. Or perhaps poems printed on the bags so we (and the garbage man) could get a little culture with our trash. It's unfortunate that these things will not come to pass, so every Thursday for possibly the rest of our lives we will be putting out the garbage. One wonders... what if our culture were such that instead of burning or burying our dead we simply thought of the recently passed as disposable. Like a well loved shoe, or pair of jeans that must be cast off because they have been worn beyond use. The writer would find it humorous if one day the garbageman found his well used corpse on the curb with a note, "He has become too worn to use, if you can find a use for him (perhaps as a door stop) please take him, otherwise dispose of properly." Just a passing thought to break the monotony. Ciao for now.