A 95% recycled post from the still-sick and exhausted Going Green Mama...
Every neighborhood has its share of quirky neighbors. I guess I never realized before that I'm the local representative!
Sure, everyone leaves their cans on a kitchen counter to recycle after a get-together. But here, we have the cans and usually lots of dishes to do as well after a party. There's a set of Stonyfield yogurt kiddie cups on the counter, washed and drying to mail back for recycling, not to mention the daily line-up paper bags of newspapers, mail and assorted papers, and plastics, tin cans and aluminun to recycle. That's for my household and my workplace, mind you. Yes, I lug home big black plastic bags packed with my coworkers' slobbered-on cans and bottles. Makes for a great sight leaving work in the evening.
Heck, my husband even washes and balls up the aluminum foil to recycle after cooking, to make a poor three-point shot into the bag.
Upstairs, in the loft, there's another line-up of boxes. What outgrown kids items to sell back. What to give to a friend. What to donate to the next drive.
But the neighbors can absolve me of my wierdness. After all, that's within my home. It's that whole "outside" thing that's making them shake their heads.
Not that long ago, I mentioned the compost bin situation to a friend of mine in an attempt to commiserate with her over her trampoline issue. Her reaction? Crinkling up her nose in disgust. Come on, this is vegetable bits, not manure! And if you do it right, there's little or no smell at all. (Interestingly, as this gardening season approaches, she brought up the question of whether we could do it. She was not impressed with my consideration of vericomposting.)
Once we ran into another neighbor as we're meauring out where to put the raised bed. She sort-of accepted the veggie bed (though I've found some great plans in some of the books I'm reading!), but her eyebrow definitely raised and I think I saw a "I'm so glad I'm moving" expression when I mentioned the dwarf blueberries we were thinking about adding to our yard to help meet our bush quota. Nevermind that my home is one of the most landscaped on the street.
When you break out of comfort zones of the people around you, you become the wierd neighbor. And I think I'm OK with that.
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