eulogy for a point of interest

Today marks the day a useless point of interest is no more. For the past few weeks since the beginning of the school year I have been walking by a flattened box of Children's Motrin. Everyday and twice a day I have passed this icon of garbage on my daily journey to and from Nevada's school. I have watched said box make its way along the street further and further. It made me realise that the wind must only blow eastward along our road as that is the way the box travelled. Last week the bright orange on the box had faded to a dull orange but the letters were still legible. This weekend we had torrential rain and I'm afraid said box succumbed to all the wet. Motry was a pulpy pile of nothing this morning. He still had a slight tinge of orange in spots but is a shell of his former self. Goodbye Motry may you rest in recycling or paper smush heaven. About this point you are probably wondering why didn't Carol pick the garbage up at some point. I myself have wondered this too, why indeed did I find the journey so interesting. I can't answer these questions. However, I have had a bit of amusement to make an otherwise routine walk a bit more exciting. I really think I have to get a life.