Funny how just a little thing can make a day better.

DH is a traveling salesman. Huge territory so he is out of town a lot. It means I need to do the little things, like take the garbage can to the street on Wednesdays and the recycling on Fridays.

The garbage can was heavy this morning. Too heavy to tip on its side to roll along the driveway so I am dragging it. I am not nearly as strong as I used to be and walking is difficult.

Oh no! I can hear the garbage truck and it really goes like "a bat out of he11" along our street.

Luckily, a good neighbor is driving by and the husband jumps out of their car to help me. Within seconds, the garbage truck is there. The neighbor waits, puts my empty can back and even picks up my newspaper and sets it on my rollator. What a nice happening.

The garbage man looks at me and gets out of his cab. I think he is going to scold me because of the loose garden clippings but no, he asks if I have trouble getting the garbage to the street.

I say yes.

Little did I know that all I need to do is fill out a form (and prove that I am handicapped). From that point on, the garbage people will be able to go into my garbage area, empty my trash and put it back.

Same for my recycling bin.

This morning was a good morning. A good samaritan neighbor and never having to take the garbage can out to the street again.

Funny how the little things can make my day.