TWIL: Recycling

The boxes were still piling up in the garage a few days ago. Friend Anne said, "Why not just recycle them?"

"Well, our trash vendor doesn't have recycling service."

"Take them to the recycling center."

And it was then that I learned there are indeed centers where you can put your recycling, and one is absurdly close to me. I just needed to break down the boxes.

I broke down the boxes and it sparked one of the worst arguments of my marriage. Gary made many inaccurate points in his argument, one of which was ""Recycling Center' is just a fancy name for junkyard."

He claimed ... well, I won't go in to it, but after a bit of it I was seriously reconsidering my life choices. Figuring how many nights in a hotel I could get for my AA Gold status. Wondering why my husband was afraid to set foot in a junkyard. Then I remembered Big bad Leroy Brown and that there are dogs in junkyards, and I had a little sympathy.

A few hours later, and we spent all those hours arguing, we decided to drive to where we could see the Recycling Center and the vicious dog. 

This is the Recycling Center.

I want to go sleep at the recycling center, it is so clean and organized. And when it opens again I will be there with all my boxes and plastic.

Comments

[Common Household Mom]

That looks like a truly civilized recycling center. I want one.

My town had bins behind the Town Hall building for recycling cardboard, but they had to remove them and stop the cardboard recycling because nefarious people did bad things with those bins and the cardboard. So everybody loses.