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Well, I missed that creek cleanup

Our neighborhood does regular creek cleanups, since one of the local creeks runs right through it. The creek - creatively named First Creek - actually runs behind my house.

I was dreaming this morning that I went out to the cleanup to discover that the creek had flooded our house, but the fact of the matter is the creek is pretty far down there. It’d be a biblical flood that would get water near our house.

But I was dreaming that as I was supposed to be helping clean the creek. And I’m not proud of this.

I always try to make it to the cleanups, both because I want to be a good member of the neighborhood and because they’re cleaning my own yard. I kinda feel bad thinking that someone else is back there while I’m being lazy.

But I almost always miss the cleanup, and it’s never (ok, there was that one time) because of laziness. Usually I am out of town. Today I was asleep.

Excuses excuses. The Bug didn’t sleep well last night, and I was up at five taking care of her. By eight I was back in bed, and I slept through the bulk of the cleanup.

Slacker neighbor am I.