Verify before discard
I guess that to save the environment, I’ll have to get my hands dirty. Or learn to be more aware of the local colour codes for waste disposal.
This is the eve of compost pickup. All new to me, and although we’re carefully sequestering the food scraps and coffee grounds in their own designated container, at some point the next link in the disposal chain is brought into play. Getting the small bundles into the large bin, and then placing it at roadside (curbside, if we had a curb) before dawn. I can handle that level of detail.
Except that when I dumped into the bin at hand, and rolled it across the super highway, I realized that I had the “other” bin. Black vs dark green. And the only way to get my junk out of one and into the other was to perform the “hoist and pour”. Thankfully, we’re new to all this, and the level of accumulated mess was quite small. No need to seek reinforcements. Still, if the neighbours know that I (voluntarily) lift refuse bins, who know what other odd jobs they’ll find for the new kid on the block. Better to consider this as training. In two weeks, I’ll check the bin before engaging in my save the world dance.
The garage (as yet unvisited by the car) was my center of operations this afternoon. With the help of son #3, we moved boxes in all directions. The end result is that the miscellaneous cartons line one wall. The tools line another. Things with handles (you know, shovels and rakes and hoes and other odd objects) have their own corner. And everything is within reach. Success.
