We recycle at our house. We wash the cans and bottles and remove the labels. We stack the The Herald and all that annoying junk mail by the door and carry out the compost, mostly when it starts to smell.
The “we” here means Janey. I’m pretty reluctant to wash out something that was really “designed” to be chucked, although I will drive to the recycling centre … as the boxes are increasingly overflowing in a week. Sometimes we do this together and call it a date. But it’s not much fun. I keep telling Janey, that when she leaves me, I’m going to be throwing everything in one big bucket just like everybody else. This is a joke, of course. I would probably keep doing what we’re doing. Stewardship of the planet is important and it makes a lot of sense to reduce and reuse waste. We are definitely not that Green and certainly without that capital G.
While I was writing this journal the recycling collection came, so I’ll need to make a date for a trip down to the recycling centre. Here’s a thought. They need to have a cafe down there, and a hand washing basin, that alone would increase my personal recycling rate.
