3 posts tagged “recycling”
I met a pretty angry man at the recycling center today. Apparently he was going to back in to the spot where I parked, and he was none too happy. He then accused me of putting my containers in the cardboard collection area (I had actually put cardboard there), and rounded off his well honed argument with, "Screw you, lady". After putting my containers and paper in their respective collection bins, I passed him again. I put on a sickeningly sweet smile and said, "Have a nice day". To which he mumbled under his breath, "You have a nice day, too".
Ha. I won.
My natural instinct upon being woken before my alarm is to look and see what time it is. Therefore, I know that at 3:34 AM this morning, my shoes came crashing down. I didn't know what it was, but I knew something had fallen and that my heart was racing. I think there was a second crash soon thereafter, but that may have just been part of a dream. There was definitely a final crash just minutes before the alarm at 7.
Did I blog about my shoe rack a couple of months ago? I think I did. Soon after I moved here I bought a great shoe rack that fits over the closet door. In my first Williamsburg apartment it didn't work too well. With the rack hanging on the door, I could hardly get into the closet. In this apartment, however, it is as if the closet were designed for a shoe rack. It is a thing of beauty. Well, it was until 3:34 AM.
Not quite sure what to do. I must have shoes. Woman can not live by clothing alone. But I also need my beauty sleep, and I'm not sure I feel like risking another crash.
Oh - remember my recycling dilemma? Soon after I posted about that, I found the local recycling centers. Yea!! Much happier. There is even one that is open on Sunday. It is pretty far away, so I try to remember to go on Saturdays. It was kind of funny the first time I went to the far away one. I drove in and the guy working there immediately knew that I was just there to recycle (as opposed to dumping brush, etc.) He said he can always tell by the nice cars and the pretty little ladies driving them. It was pretty true. I was the only woman there, and the only one not driving a pickup.
Alrighty, time to put my shoes in their place.
On a tree hugging scale of 1 to 10, I'm pretty content as a 5. I don't have any desire to run out and buy a Prius, but I do bring my own bags back and forth to the grocery store. Growing up we would always get our deposit back on soda cans and bottles. Yes, sometimes it did make me feel like a bag lady, but a nickel is a nickel, right? At my apartment complex in Michigan, and before that at my condo complex in Connecticut, there were always separate bins for newspapers and containers. At my new apartment complex in Virginia we have curbside trash pick-up. Monday and Thursday mornings the private trash hauler comes and collects whatever you put out for them. To a certain degree, this is great. No more walks in the dead of winter to the dumpster (though I doubt the experience would have been as bad here as it was in Ann Arbor). What I am having trouble with, though, is not having to separate my recyclables. All those #1 PETE containers...soda bottles...prior week's New Yorkers...just falling into the heap with everything else my neighbors and I are through with. I did separate my stuff a few times, more out of habit than anything. But then I watched the truck gobble it all up indiscriminately. We recycle at work, so I know that it isn't like the whole town/state is environmentally ignorant. Why don't we do it here in Apartmentville? Maybe I should start a petition.
