Okay. This just bugs me. I was just typing this long post about how inordinately happy I was about something, and the side of my hand banged against something on the keyboard and this screen disappeared and suddenly there was some news site instead. All my typing – GONE.
Well, I can hear Julia starting to wake up, so I’ll have to condense this now. DAMN IT ALL! I hate when that happens.
Okay. So anyway. This week the lucky people of my town were given brand new shiny and clean trash and recycle cans. BIG ONES. Not the little rectangle recycle bins we had prior to this. NO. Each recycle can (one blue, one green) holds something like 65 gallons, and the gray trash can is EVEN BIGGER.
One trash can per household, though if there are more than 6 people in your family, you can get another one, I think.
Anyway, they are trying to encourage more recycling, which is why only one trash can. And they won’t take stuff in additional garbage bags lying on the ground beside the gray can. NO. Every bit of garbage must be contained in the trash can with the lid CLOSED. They’ve done some sort of research and if you are recycling properly, all your garbage (even in a house with two kids in diapers) should fit.
I am so excited. I know. I need to get out more.
But you don’t realize what this means to me. And so I will tell you.
Before this, all our paper recyclables went under one of my work bench/table things in the kitchen. It always looked grubby, even if everything was tidily tucked into paper grocery bags or one of the empty diaper boxes that we always seem to have kicking around. Plus, Julia currently likes to pull out the newspapers and surround herself with all the sections she didn’t get to read during the week. It’s very cute but still – I have to pick the papers back up several times a week and I could be doing other things.
So now – all the papers can go right OUTSIDE and into the green can because it has a LID and the stuff won’t get wet. YA. HOO.
So now I can use that space for something ELSE. Have no idea what, but it’s terribly thrilling all the same.
And ALSO, the bottles and cans and stuff can go directly out into the blue container instead of into the smaller, lidded trash can we’ve kept by the back door – emptying it into the blue bin when it was full. No. That trash can can go bye byes. Or can be cleaned out and used for something else. But it won’t be something interesting to Julia any more because she can sense when something is "YUCKY!" and beelines straight for it every time she isn’t reading newspapers.
Also – because the old bins are relatively small and not lidded, most of the shredded paper ended up in the garbage. I’m not proud of this, but it was either that or it would blow down the street like parade debris, and I don’t think THAT would be all that good for the environment OR for our relationships with the neighbors, either.
SO. I’m all wound up about this. I’ve already started filling the green recycle bin. And next I plan to set up some sort of little can under the sink, probably, for stuff for the compost heap. MORE stuff that won’t go in the garbage. Actually, we compost anyway. But these shiny new plastic can things have lit some sort of Reduce/Reuse/Recycle/And Don’t Forget To Compost fire in me and I see this all as a big, fun CHALLENGE.
Bill is already annoyed that there’s only one trash can and what do you do if you were planning to clean out the garage and you KNOW you’ll have more garbage than will fit in one can. I told him to call the mayor. And to just give it a try first anyway. Jeez…all this time I thought HE was the positive-thinking person in the family and I was the voice of gloom and doom! Apparently I was mistaken!
So anyway, Julia’s definitely awake and growing tired of hanging out in her crib with no newspapers to read. So I’ll go now. Maybe there’s something in the kids’ room that I can toss into one of the recycle bins!
I have this terrible urge to go through the house shredding every scrap of paper that doesn’t have a really, really good reason for staying here.
I need to restrain myself just a little bit, I think, so I don’t burn out from my feverish zeal.