Someone is determined that I recycle and has finally made it easier for me,as
and by easier I mean, "has cured my blindness."A few months ago I wrote about my brilliant plan to minimize how often I had to do this worthwhile but annoying act. I'm sorry to all you people out there who eco-warm fuzzy from sorting your trash, but I grew up on a farm where we recycled out of necessity and it's not glamorous. If you live far enough out in the country, you burn your trash and it doesn't take a chemistry major to figure out that there are things that won't burn, and that paint, plastics and batteries aren't things you want leaching it to your well, twenty feet away from your burn barrel.
So yes, we recycled. I hate it. I do it. I have an old reusable grocery bag that I use to toss recyclables into and every couple of days when we're out, I go by the sorting place and stand there playing this game:
|Fun at two years old. Not fun after two years old.|