When in doubt, wash it, sort it, and stack it. If you’ve been here before you’ve heard about my rubbish and recycling learning curve. How hardcore recycling can be. The solstice miracle when the city sent us a second recycling bin.
Yes, that’s right. I spend a significant portion of my day thinking about recycling. I’m not proud of this, but I am becoming more efficient. Someone said to me the other day, “I have some rubbish, and I thought of you.” Glamour, I tell you, my whole life here is glamour.
Anyway, here is where I am now with my recycling process at home — again, remember, family of five, recycling is picked up once every two weeks. The city at first provided one small recycling bin. I added the two white ones, the city later dropped off a second green one, and I have no idea where the top green bin came from, but it appeared one day and I will leave no potential recycling container left behind. I toss overflow in there, or items that are accepted at the main recycling center but won’t be taken up at the curb. The compost is taken weekly, which I imagine I will appreciate even more in the summer.
I’m a little depressed that “recycling” should have its own category on my blog, along with baking and days out. On the other hand: it’s good to have found a niche. A bizarre, hand-washed, sorted and stacked recycling niche.
In possibly more interesting news, I’m once again participating in the Busy Nothings Photography Club. Check out the views people took on the world in February.