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Jacques and I bought a home on Lake Opechee in July. We love the neighbors, which include my brother Allan and his wife, Jennifer, but we are disappointed the association does not recycle.
When we spend time up there, I lug the cans, bottles, newspapers, etc. home with me, and we recycle them here. It makes me feel like I’m doing something important for the planet.
I was up there last week. My friend Judy Kelliher was helping me paint the walls of our master bedroom and bath, as well as a downstairs bathroom and the front door. I collected a large trash can full of empty bottles, seltzer cans, cardboard packaging. And I took the time to pack that and a bag of smelly trash in my car. (I didn’t want it sitting in the can in the garage, stinking up the place.)
It was night time and dark when I arrived home last Monday. The light just outside our trash shed did not ping to life with the motion detector. So, I guessed which bin was trash and which was recycling.
In the daylight, I learned that I had dumped all the recycling into the trash bin, and I’d put the trash in the recycling. I was able to reach the trash bag and move it into the correct container, but there was no way I was reaching into the maggot-lined trash for the recycling.
I am sorry, planet. I tried.