Our town recently negotiated a new contract with our trash company that includes recycling costs. Before, it was optional, and I was interested in it. I was even willing to pay the extra money. What I wasn’t willing to do was put my recycling in an open bin. It gets windy here, and our neighbors that used them had trash blowing out of them constantly on trash day. I have lost count of how many beer cans I’ve picked up in my yard, and we rarely drink beer. I refused to annoy my neighbors the way I was being annoyed.
Included in the new contract was a 96 gallon trash can with a flip-top lid. Much better! Now I’m fussing at my family and pulling soda cans and paper out of the trash. I have a dedicated recycling can next to the trash. The caveat is that when I’m cleaning, I have to do separate piles. Just a little while ago I was going to toss some old magazines in the trash and caught myself. Now my office trash is full, and I have a stack of old magazines to take down with it. Right now it’s not annoying enough to stop doing it. In fact, it’s rather entertaining when Eric puts something recyclable in the trash and I follow behind him and take it out. His long-suffering sigh and rolling eyes more than make up for the extra work.