I spent two hours this morning lugging brush from the back of the back yard out to the curb. There is a plastic laundry bin out there since last evening that I had various small toys and parts of toys in. I was careful not to pile brush on the bin. The contents have been thinning. Tomorrow is trash day, and also the week for bulky waste, so it's busy at the curb, but the toys will probably vanish before the trucks come. I also hauled a bunch of recycling over to the local dropoff depot. Amazing how many televisions are headed that way.
After the brush my son texted to ask if I could pick him up (I had hoped his sister would bring him later), and through maps and schedule consultation, I managed to get him to take the DART train to the farthest southwest corner of town and I met him there. Much nicer to drive to that spot than do freeway bumper cars in downtown Dallas. Plus, I want him to start learning to navigate by buses, trains, planes, etc. He took the wrong one, and called ("the sign was broken" was the reason. "Well, next time, ask someone which it is! Don't just get on!") Anyway, he got on the correct one and I had a lovely wait in a part of town I've never visited but will plan to use as my access to downtown if I have to drive over at all.
The toys were put at the curb yesterday because they came to light as I cleaned out and re-organized some of my garage. I have several items to donate to the Goodwill also. When it's so hot out I still like to work outside, but I really enjoy working in shady areas with a bit of a breeze. I can pause under the lovely tree in my front yard and cool down, or I can run a fan in the garage, etc. I guess I see this as a challenge against the elements, just like rain or cold.