Thursday, February 17, 2011
I approached it cautiously, wondering if I had a chance of success. I surveyed the situation, and knew that there was only one choice for me. I had to attempt it. Its hulk stood before me, daring me to try, knowing it would take everything I had to do the impossible. C'mon, I encouraged myself. You can do it! You are Super Grammy! Yeah! Right! Oh well. I reached out, took a deep breath and grabbed ahold of the green monster. I heaved, and it didn't move. It weighed a lot more than I. I tried again, striking out with a quick kick to its body, which resulted only in one sore foot. I moved back from its grip, then with all the force I could muster, I twisted it, trying to throw it on its side. I moved it, but it struggled to hold its ground. I was getting angry and I tried again, flipping it over enough for it to loose its balance then I quickly pulled it the other way. It was beginning to give ground, and I kept at it, at one point almost lifting it off the snow. Then I dragged it toward me, the heady feeling of success driving me to keep trying. I pulled, I slipped, I jerked, I slipped, I pulled again, until at last I had the victory. I had pulled the Green Bin Monster out of the snowbank, over the ice and snow in the driveway, to the curb for pickup.........I'm pooped, but I did it.