I just want to let it be known that I am a phenomenal, I repeat PHENOMENAL recycler. So phenomenal that I’m annoying. Just ask DH, he’ll tell you all about it.
anal phenomenal I may be, my organizational skills at said recycling are rather lacking. I’d hoped I’d be better at this house, but sadly it is not the case.
For a week the blue box of cardboard and paper and cans sat by the fireplace in the livingroom before being relegated to the foyer. There they sat, in the way, for a few more days. I won’t mention the stack of paper and how it has been taking up space on my beautiful counter since we moved in.
Then we had visitors coming, so I moved everything to the garage (read: DH’s sacred space). Now understand that the garage is lacking a certain order at the moment due to an overabundance of
crap DH’s beloved items and so the blue boxes are sitting in the middle of the floor, on some boxes, kind of up high where they are hard to reach (don’t ask how I got them up there, I damned near killed myself, but it was the only place, I swear).
Since I’m pressed for time and a bit on the short side (not to mention lazy), I’ve developed the habit of opening the door from house to garage and sort of pitching the milk jugs to the blue bin. Due to their squished state and awkward flight plan most of the time they miss and bounce off into the abyss.
At some point DH is going to wander around the other side of the boxes and find the milk jugs and lose his mind. Of course, I could go get a ladder and put them in proper, but the element of danger involved with DH’s mind loss adds a certain excitement to my recycling endeavors.
However, I am nothing if not thoughtful (most of the time), so my friends, colleagues and cohorts, in deference to DH’s sanity, I need your help. Send me your fabulous recycling tips and ideas for staying organized.
It would be most helpful and I shall remain forever indebted (mostly).