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When we moved here, we had to buy new plastic garbage cans. A few months later, the city supplied us and all our neighbors with standardized trash containers and recycling bins. (Strangely, the same sequence occurred at our previous house.)
At about the same time, I bought a piece of hard plywood at a lumber yard and had them saw it into the sizes I needed for some extra bookshelves. That left considerable extra plywood, which was mine, because I'd bought it.
For a couple years, then, the old garbage cans and the extra plywood have been sitting out in the yard, getting weathered. We also had a couple pieces of discarded small furniture: an ancient and slightly moldy clothes hamper, &c.
Since last fall, I've known what they were waiting for: Trash Day! Yes, the city has an annual free dumping day, so into the fold-down back of my car (after careful inspection for any bugs that might be living in them) these items all went early this morning, and tootling through the long line to get into the city waste facility, leaving careful space from the pickup in front of me, which had a tendency to drift backwards while supposedly stopped, listening to NPR discussing the nuclear summit.
I'd been here before, but only to visit the big recycling bins when I had more stuff than could fit in our home bin. This time I was directed to a large open shed, where there was a huge pile - maybe 20 feet high - of trash. Not garbage, trash. Oh, Oscar the Grouch would have been in heaven. It smelled slightly off, too. Various construction machines milled around, occasionally pushing the heap into shape. Backed up my car, put on my cat-proof gardening gloves, opened the hatch, and threw the contents onto the edge of the pile.
And that's one small contribution towards despoiling the planet. On the nearby grass berm, which I think was constructed out of similar materials, a trip of goats was grazing. (Not a herd nor a flock: Lipton says goats come in trips.)
At about the same time, I bought a piece of hard plywood at a lumber yard and had them saw it into the sizes I needed for some extra bookshelves. That left considerable extra plywood, which was mine, because I'd bought it.
For a couple years, then, the old garbage cans and the extra plywood have been sitting out in the yard, getting weathered. We also had a couple pieces of discarded small furniture: an ancient and slightly moldy clothes hamper, &c.
Since last fall, I've known what they were waiting for: Trash Day! Yes, the city has an annual free dumping day, so into the fold-down back of my car (after careful inspection for any bugs that might be living in them) these items all went early this morning, and tootling through the long line to get into the city waste facility, leaving careful space from the pickup in front of me, which had a tendency to drift backwards while supposedly stopped, listening to NPR discussing the nuclear summit.
I'd been here before, but only to visit the big recycling bins when I had more stuff than could fit in our home bin. This time I was directed to a large open shed, where there was a huge pile - maybe 20 feet high - of trash. Not garbage, trash. Oh, Oscar the Grouch would have been in heaven. It smelled slightly off, too. Various construction machines milled around, occasionally pushing the heap into shape. Backed up my car, put on my cat-proof gardening gloves, opened the hatch, and threw the contents onto the edge of the pile.
And that's one small contribution towards despoiling the planet. On the nearby grass berm, which I think was constructed out of similar materials, a trip of goats was grazing. (Not a herd nor a flock: Lipton says goats come in trips.)
