Garbage Day is on Monday at
our house. We are allotted one large bin to dispose of waste. We do not have
any mandatory recycling. Which means everything goes into the same BIG
container. When my daughters lived at
home they generated more trash in a few days than my husband and I do in a
month. Now that there is just the two of us, we're lucky if we put one bag out
in that can a week. I'm the only person or so my hubby says who knows how to
extricate the garbage from the kitchen can to put it outside in the bin. A good
excuse for him not to do it, right? In all fairness he does the bathroom and
office cans. Neither of which require the muscle that kitchen can does. But
then he does wheel that big monstrosity with everything in it to the curb. It
would be much easier to put that one green trash bag out there. Problem is that
can can sit there all day. Our garbage men are not on a schedule. They can pick
it up at the crack of dawn or not mosey by until 5 o'clock at night. I'm
reminded of the old days when we'd have 4 or 5 cans lining the driveway. And
those collectors would be there when the sun rose to empty them. Remember the old
metal trash cans? I bought one years ago to store my wrapping paper in. In it's
day it was convenient and just the right size. BUT now that I exclusively use
gift bags instead of wrapping paper it's getting in the way. So it's the first
thing I'm going to get rid of at a garage sale later this spring. Call it
recycling. There is vintage paper in there. One woman's trash is another's treasure.
