March 1, 2010
Recycling. We all know about it. We all know we should be doing it. But how many of us actually are? Let’s be honest, unless you own a home and your city provides you a trash can and a land waste can and a recycling can, chances are you’re probably not sorting. After all, what are you supposed to do with it? Where are you supposed to take it? I know I’m guilty of that. I have lived in an apartment for the past ten years, and haven’t recycled at all during that time. Everything gets thrown in the main can, which then gets hauled out to the dumpster.
It wasn’t until about a year ago that I started pseudo-recycling. What is pseudo-recycling, you ask? It’s where you only recycle things you can redeem for cash. I know that sounds kinda sad – that I can’t be bothered to recycle, but all of a sudden if I can get cash for it, then I’m willing to store it on my tiny patio, sort it when a decent amount builds up, load it up in my car, drive it to a recycle center, and transfer it to bins. What can I say? My daughter wanted a way to start making some of her own money, and I told her recycling was an easy start. So there we are.
Okay, let me take that all back. That made me sound worse than I really am. I actually do recycle… just not trash. But I recycle clothes. That counts. Most all of my clothes are from consignment shops. I buy a lot of used items on eBay. I buy all my books at Goodwill and all my movies at Dimple Records. And when I’m done with stuff I sell it on eBay as well, so someone else can use it. That’s recycling, right? Or, wait. That may be more reusing. Which is still important! Reduce, Reuse, Recycle – those are the three Rs, right? I think that needs to be changed anyway. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle, Resell – that’s my mantra.
And I date. Dating is like recycling. After all, the definition of recycle is: to treat used materials so as to make suitable for reuse, to use again with minimal alteration, to process used materials into new products – all of those things happen in the dating realm. That is, unless you happen to date someone that has never dated before (which I never have), in which case they would be a new product, I guess. So there. I recycle more than I even thought!
Anywho, our apartment complex announced today that we are now able to recycle. The city came and dropped off recycle cans next to the dumpster. It’s about time. In the spirit of the sign my daughter made for our main trash can (see ‘You Mean My Garbage Goes to a Landfill?’), I had her make these signs for our recycling bins – since we now have two.
I’m curious to see how much ends up in this new can. I have a feeling I’m going to be shocked.