pathetically plathering

I have just mailed the last bill to cingular--at this point in time, at&t-- and look forward to using up every remaining bit of cellular talking on my plan before it is disconnected in November.
Today I also mailed the Canyon Disposal Inc. the last of our garbage pick-up fee, as we don't produce enough trash to pay twenty dollars a month. Our neighbors' bins pile sky high with all kinds of domestic debris, spilling out to the gravelly pavement and often blowing into our yard. Our secret: recycling. We're not even composting yet, (tricky to operate with the landlord's policies) but our weekly trash ammounts to only the bottom surface of our 10 gallon bucket. That just leaves us with our 65 dollar base sewage treatment use bill every month and our ridiculously large house's month to month rent. One would think, (we did) that moving out to the middle of nowhere would save one money on the daily expendetures that make up the cost of living. Not so. Now that we've moved out of the urban we are dealing with all of those little details that we once took for granted. Big things that are paid for in the fractions by taxes, public funds. Out in the Arizona Sonora desert one does not have such collective luxuries. It is stretch or starve, to quote my father from numerous dinners. Capital capital capital, and we're living off an art teacher's salary and renting a mansion. Alas we might have learned a good lesson about the hidden costs. . .