My son, God bless him, has decided that our archaic and wasteful ways must come to an end. He feels we have not been good stewards of our resources and has instituted some changes.
Him: Dad, why don’t we recycle?
Is there ever an acceptable answer for not doing something that will benefit our household, our community or the environment? Really? Is because I’m a lazy slob going to cut the mustard here? What about because our little village does not have a recycling program and we have to haul our recyclables 10 miles to the nearest drop off facility? No, I’m pretty much stuck.
Me: You’re absolutely right, Buddy. We should recycle.
That’s all he needed to hear. The very next time we took a trip to Lowe’s he was all over the task of selecting bins to start our recycling campaign. We chose three basic plastic storage containers and he wasted no time labeling them. Paper, Cans and Plastik. It was official then. We now recycle and he is the recycling sheriff. His job is to police our family’s trash habits and see to it that the proper bins are used for our recycling. My job is once the bins are full to haul the recyclables the 10 miles to the drop off facility.
One of us has not been doing their job.
Today is our regular trash day. Would it be so wrong to leave it all at the corner and start over tomorrow?