Repent and Recycle

 I dislike going to the recycle center, another job that I have to do now that Walt's away. Usually we just feel sticky afterwards, but yesterday we were shamed....Ken had the audacity to try and put a window  glass (pane-less)  in with the clear glass. Some elderly lady in a bright orange vest flew out of her sentry post to tell us, repeatedly, that it had to go in the trash pit, not recyclables. He apologized 100 times, and she just kept repeating the same thing. Then he didn't realize broken microwaves went into the big cardboard box in the electronic shed, not on the floor of the shed. Jeez. Then another man was forced to scoop out a peanut butter jar we put in the plastics because it wasn't "clean enough". We always clean them first to keep odors away , and there's no sign posted saying they must even be washed(and NY has millions of signs telling you what to do) but his eagle eye saw evidence of  nut butter...I was a nervous wreck by the time we got to the garbage pit.  I'm sure they had a camera on us. I was praying that it's ok to toss styrofoam in with the regular garbage. So--since Walt was sick and in the middle of a hectic afternoon, I decided to cheer him up and text him as we made our way thru the dump. Afterwards, he asked why we chose to make such bad decisions. I told him that he must have been our moral compass. His response: "I guess so."

One Perfect Leaf

Beginning to Turn