Blue bagged pleasure
One of my preferred days in my monthly calendar: blue bag day. That’s when I get to send all of the various empty milk bottles and tin cans off to their final reward. Today, the bags looked sl onley that I decided to bonify the stop for the big green truck.
Cardboard. Not little bitty Amazon boxes. Bigger stuff. My piano carton is now gone. Also the cartons for my solar panel collection. And a couple of air fryer boxes, along with our “burn twigs burner”. Major bits from the garage cardboard hoard. Might even miss next month. There is a different problem, in that I have an equal quantity of styrofoam. The black bin is filled to overflow.
This is how we keep the landfill problem at a minimum. Not so long ago, the local dump home would get refilled (and burned). We don’t do that, any more.
You can tell that my life is exciting.
In that “if they didn’t tell me, I would never have known” category, a front page picture of a sword found by a diver in Israel. The experts have decided that this article is nine centuries old, going back to the Crusades. From where I sit, a lump. If the experts are sure, I’ll accept the verdict, but my mind reaches beyond the obvious. Without removing what looks like a crust of something, how do they know there’s a sword in there? I want my artefacts to be clean. Museum quality clean. With a properly printed tag, and a glass exhibit case. Otherwise, this is simply conjecture.
