Trash, Triage, & Transition

I need to talk about my trash. I am pretty emotional about these things, so be gentle.

Up until this morning at 7:42 a.m. these two bins were full to their brims. Full as in “pressed down and shaken together,” not “maybe could slip in another piece of paper—“ Nope. They were so solidly compacted part of me was afraid the waste truck would not be able to hoist ‘em high.

The brown can is loaded with of recyclables. Contents of the green bin are bound for landfill. 

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