This is unacceptable.
So this morning became 'Boxaggedon'.
Armed with my little box cutter, and swathed between layers of cold-resisting clothing (thermal socks over thick socks, thermal underwear, fleece-lined zipper shirt, wool hat, fleece-lined hoodie, heavy wool winter coat (with hood), work gloves), I ventured out into the cold garage and pulled all the cardboard boxes out of the third bay and piled them into the middle of the second bay, where Mason's car had been earlier.
(He was at work. On a Saturday!)
There was so much cardboard, it took me nearly 2 hours to cut it all down to size, to the point where it would all fit in the recycling bin.
Except for the one big, huge box with the big staples. Which I still need to pull.
Oh, well. There isn't enough room for it anyway.
And (unfortunately) no room for any other recycling. We generate a LOT of recycling every week. It gets picked up every Friday morning.
And it's only Saturday afternoon.
1 comment:
1. Your garage sounds miserably cold. Glad you have protection of sorts.
2. That's a lot of boxes!
3. Our recycling is only picked up every other week now. And it's only paper and plastic now; we have to take our glass to the park to be collected.
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