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Overheard at... home

11/14/2013

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[Loud groan] “You can’t put frozen packaging in the recycling bin.”

The concept of recycling, while super beneficial to society, appears to be entirely too complex to apply. How else to explain the number of times I have, (patiently, I believe, though he might argue), had to explain the nuances of what gets recycled to my otherwise amazingly brilliant husband.

Admittedly, it can get confusing. Some plastic is okay while some is not. Cardboard might look fine, but any waxy stuff on it and there is nooooo way it can go in the bin. I understand that it is enough to make a grown person call it quits and simply throw anything and everything into recycling (seriously… tin foil???)

In the olden days, when life was simple, we just had reuse, repurpose, or refuge. Canning jars got reused. Old t-shirts were repurposed as cleaning cloths. Horse manure made great compost. And broken wooden toys got throw in the fireplace. With progress, though, came the ability to create stuff so durable that it could outlast everything but a two year old. What to do with that two foot synthetic stuffed animal that no longer had eyes or an arm? Throw it away, of course.

Except…. Imagine a dump filled with odd assortments of items a two year old has destroyed. It would not be a pretty site. In fact, it would  probably be the stuff horror stories are based on. Magnified by our use of synthetic material on everything and that dump has gotten out of control.  

I’d like to think I try to make a difference. But in fact, I am as much a part of the problem as anyone. The water bottles alone that I dump  each year could probably fill my backyard. And though for a while I tried to use a reusable water bottle, the hassle factor eventually wore me down so that I continue to use and toss as I had been doing.

But while I continue to strive to be better at using less and recycling more, the real problem I am fighting is figuring out which stuff can go in which bin. Organizing, in general, is sort of an obsession with me. So, you can see where this issue would both peak my interest as well as overwhelm me. It would be like giving me something that looks and acts like Tupperware, but then telling me I can’t store it with my other containers. The complexity of organizing would be unmanageable.

So I understand where my husband struggles, really I do. If I could, I would live my life in my favorite store, New Seasons. There they have simplified the process of throwing things away. Pictures to tell me what goes where, canisters for each thing, limited choice of containers to only those that go into one of the bins they make available and pictures they show: this is how I would like to live my life.

I suppose the moral of the story is that more choice isn’t necessarily always a good thing. It would be fine if all of that waste didn’t add up to an earth overcome with garbage; but it does. So although I refuse to put pictures of all of our different types of garbage on my refuse and  recycling bins, I do think it is time to simplify the challenge. If it is too difficult to decide where to throw the empty ice cream container, well then I suppose I will have to stop buying ice cream for the family.

And then, we’ll see how long it takes my otherwise perfect hubby to catch on to the fact that frozen containers don’t go in recycling.

Where are you on the spectrum of recycling? Do you have a good way to remember what goes where? I love, love, love to hear your comments, so please leave me some. No, really! And to prove how much I love hearing from you (and I know you are out there, because I get statistics on how many people visit this fun blog:>) I will donate $10 to the charity of choice for one lucky commenter in the month of November. Simply leave a comment and then check back at the end of the moth to see if you won.
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michelle bombet minch
11/14/2013 07:11:16 am

Yep- I totally get it - I'm a compulsive recycler and anything that can't go in curbside I end up finding other places to bring it for recycling (New Seasons, Far West Fibers, etc). My family is going to lose pizza soon - I am so tired of saying that pizza boxes aren't allowed in the recycling bin! To answer your question of how to remember what goes where...nope, I don't have a solution!

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Deanne link
11/15/2013 12:32:38 am

Thanks so much for the comment Michelle. That is totally inspirational- and a little distressing... no pizza boxes in recycling, huh? My husband is going to be really annoyed about that:>) Do you know how much room they take up in the garbage <grin>. I have a new campaign to add to my frozen containers one.

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Maggie Lynch link
11/15/2013 07:03:18 am

Pizza Boxes are recylable where I live. The problem with the Portland metro area is that what is recyclable is dependent on where you live and who is your recycling company. Where I live, we now have one mixed recycling can that takes plastic, cardboard, newspaper, magazines, and metal. It does take pizza boxes, but not waxy drink containers like milk and OJ cartons. The only thing it doesn't take which I would normally recycle is glass which goes in a separate, smaller container.

When I lived on the east side of Portland, that recycling company did not take cardboard and was picky on plastic. Then, of course, they also change their rules depending on the contacts they have for resale. So, it pays to check every six months or so.

Our mixed use recycling can has pictures and words on the top, so if I ever forget it's clearly marked. :)

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Deanne link
11/16/2013 06:06:29 am

Ohhh, I like the idea of the pictures on top of the recycling bin. It's almost like New Seasons.:>) Thanks for the comment Maggie. You've inspired me to double check the pizza box thing for us. Maybe there's still hope! Cheers,
Deanne

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