I think it was Friday when I noticed all kinda of trash in the yard and parking area by my apartment. I don't know it someones trash can fell over and the stuff fell out, or if someone was just being lazy and threw it down. I knew it wasn't from my trash can because the trash was from stuff I don't use. I didn't pick it up though. When we got home Saturday the stuff was still out there. My hands were full, so I couldn't pick it up. Later that evening I had to get stuff out of the car and decided to pick up the trash. It wasn't until later when I though, hey, this counts as picking up trash. I hate seeing trash in yards..especially my yard, when it's not my trash.

After going to the library this morning, Myles and I headed to the park. I almost immediately saw trash just laying around. I wasn't prepared, with a bag to pick up trash, but decided to do it any way. After all, there are only about a million trash cans throughout the park (resulting in me being boggled..if there are so many trash cans, why don't people use them?) Myles asked me why we were picking up trash that wasn't ours. After I gave him an explanation, he said okay and helped me pick up more. We didn't pick up a ton, but some is better than none.