Monday, May 10, 2010
Do you know the garbage man?
And I can hardly wait to hear the dulcet tones of the garbage truck tomorrow morning. I'm drowning, and he has the life preserver that rolls by in the shape of a clunky big truck with the convenient slow-crush feature.
We've been almost unthinkingly tossing the stuff that can be recycled into a separate bin these past two weeks. Just to clarify, here's the list of the recyclables my trash company collects.
Any colored paper
Brochures and pamphlets
Manuals with glue bindings
Cereal boxes and all things paperboard
Plastics, numbers 1 through 7
Glass bottles and jars of any shape or color
Steel and aluminum cans - and the labels don't need to be removed!
And of course the garden variety soda cans and newspaper.
It's been so easy. And combined with the composter, what's left to throw in the trash, really?
So like I mentioned, we started with a bin on the back porch. It didn't take long to fill it up.
So I went in search of Bin Number Two.
Then that filled up, fast.
So we started another collection.
Thank god tomorrow's trash day.
I did mention the composter, didn't I?
So we just put fresh bits, rinds, coffee grounds, egg shells, that kind of thing in a bowl in the sink.
It kind of looks like this.
Okay - it looks exactly like this:
I know, I know. I get this whole hippie label slapped on my back with frequency to my face, and probably a whole lot more often when I'm not around.
Because people who recycle like we're doing get that derisive punch line-ish reaction. I don't really care, though.
Doing this level of recycling is just so freaking easy, and once I got started full-tilt, I started seeing my trash in a different way.
Tossing crap in a separate container takes just a little bit of 'oh, yeah; this goes in there.' For about a day. Then it comes naturally.
The most obvious revelation of these past two weeks is that I need a bigger bin. Or two.
Posted by Mary at 6:42 PM