Kevin

7.5.2015

My life has been more free since I stopped recycling.

My mother taught me years ago to recycle things.  "Everything you can," she said.  "The people at the recycling center will sort it out and chuck it if they don't want it."  I lived by her words until just recently.

I put every can,* bottle, box and scrap of paper into the blue bin.  Shoe boxes, plastic frozen tater tot bags, you name it.  If it crushed, melted, shredded or pulped, it went in.  Oh and it went in as is, meaning, I do not rinse.

So it got to the point that my big, blue, outside recycling bin would fill up by Sunday night.  The truck comes on Friday!  I'd be out of space and begging the divers to dig deep and take everything they could.  "Help a guy out," I'd say, but there was often a language gap.

So the other day, after getting a Cease and Desist order from Ace™ Recycling (a private group in public service, or something) detailing six continuous months of unrinsed salsa jars and crumb-filled taco chip bags, I decided to give up.  Everything goes into the black bin now.

Jebus, the ants and the divers can sort it out.

Tonight - Homestead.

*Excluding beer cans, natch.  I get my nickel back from Jerry Brown for those.

bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!