Doing our part for privacy
Given the amount of printed material that contains “identifiable data” about us, it was an inevitable purchase. We now have a shredder in the house. No, I’m not referring to the dog, who has her own role to play. This is a small, noisy affair into which you feed sheets of paper and produce your own version of rat bedding.
Once upon a time, a bill came in and you returned the “good part” to the sender. No folding, spindling or mutilating required (Did shredders exist in those ancient times?) The junk mail came addressed to “Occupant” rather than me. The stuff I wrote I mailed off.
Now, I fill the recycling bin each week with a small tree worth of printed material, and far too much of it could be traced back to me. I listened to the saga of “Alice’s Restaurant” too many times to accept such responsibility. Our working lives come home, too, and the amount of paper containing other people’s details has increased. So, from now on the official “Recycler” of the house will be trained in using our new high-tech solution to a particular problem, and the chance of my identity getting a new owner should decrease. Pretty good deal…
