I said something wonderful is going to happen today? Well I said it again this morning, because the most wonderful thing is about to happen. The recycling truck is coming! When we missed putting our bins out two weeks ago, my husband and I looked at each other and groaned. With pick-up only occurring twice a month, and our family recycling everything from empty toilet paper rolls to any glass/plastic/metal container that passes over our threshold (except for- I CONFESS- peanut butter jars), we knew it was going to be a rough couple of weeks.
It was my friend Jill, once upon a time, our cleaning gal, who turned me into a rabid recycler. We went from five overflowing trash bins every week, to two. I even tried composting for a few months...it wasn't so bad-until a mouse emerged from our rodent-proof Garden Gourmet one morning. Now that the City of Denver is providing weekly compost collection, maybe I'll try again...
The last time we went a month between recycling pick-ups, was the year of the holiday blizzards. Maybe you can imagine the remains after we hosted the office holiday party, celebrated my husbands 12/20 birthday, cleaned up from Christmas morning and prepared the huge holiday dinner, threw a New Year's Eve party, and added that all to the assortment of empty wine bottles, compliments of a dedicated chardonnay connessieur.
Towards the end of every December, I can be found stalking our alley watching for the sainted souls who pick up our trash every week and our recycling every other. I pass out twenties to whoever I can intercept. Those guys earn every penny of it.
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