Tuesday, July 15, 2008

New Day #201

One of the great gifts of this project has been to take pleasure in life's minutiae. Like my new recycling bin. I love it. No, I feel stronger than that. I'm in love with it. I've been thinking about it all week, looking forward to each time I can put anything in it, and waiting for that magic moment when I could finally put it out on my curb.

Why? Because I no longer have to separate my recyclables. For reasons I don't completely understand, this makes me deliriously, unreasonably happy.

Simple pleasures.

PS Here's the before and after from yesterday's eyebrow tint. Is it a coincidence that Floyd's eyes and my new recycling bin are both blue? You decide.

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Anonymous said...

Oy, vey, if only everyone could have such beautiful blue eyes... matching a beautiful soul, no doubt.

David S. said...

You and me, bro, on the comingling excitement! Just chuck it in the bin. Life just gets better and better.

breathingmoss said...

I moved to Portland from a place where we had big blue recycling bins (that also took plastic lids! and plastic grocery bags!) for YEARS.

So naturally I was shocked to discover that in Portland I had to sort my recyclables and that a bunch of stuff I was used to easily recycling now required me to take it somewhere other than my curb. Effort? To recycle?

I was further shocked to learn that Portland has one of the highest rates of recycling in the country. And then I was humbled and impressed and began dutifully sorting my recyclables, as a good Portland citizen does.

And now? Now I am THRILLED that I can walk outside and toss my Silk creamer container directly in the blue bin (after rinsing, of course).

Simple pleasures. Happy sigh.

Laurie said...

My 11-year-old daughter and I were similarly thrilled last week when our very own big blue and big green wheel-able recycling bins arrived at our Portland home. A pair of bins had been delivered to each home on our street, and they were all sitting there, like blue and green trolls, lined up and patiently waiting to swallow up the recyclables. It's nice to know there are others out there whose own level of giddy anticipation was as high as ours.

Fran said...

Up here in the Seattle area, we were tickled when we were told we could put our kitchen scraps and pizza boxes into our yard waste for recycling.

We're easily entertained, though.