my balcony in the summer time is my favourite place to be in the whole world. now that i've got my garden planned and some new triangle cushions, i just want to be out there all the time. the kitties love the balcony too. whenever i take them inside because i'm going out someplace, honey makes this moany cry because she knows that she's being displaced from her favourite spot. seeing a kitty sleeping in the sun is probably the picture of contentment.
this weekend i started reading the time traveler's wife. i love it. i wish i was reading in the sun at this very moment.
i arrived this morning to discover they've introduced an organic waste bin by the coffee station. from where i sit i can here people talking about it. some are confused, some are annoyed, some are negative. i can't fathom what's so hard to understand about organic waste. it's compost people. you put compostable waste in it. i don't know if they're trying to be resistant on purpose or if it's truly a foreign concept to them. we've been composting in my family since the 80s and i've assumed everyone did. could it be that these upper-middle class suits don't understand compost waste? how sad.
come on and save me.
2 comments:
I remember when we first got recycling when I was a kid in St. Catharines. My mother read the recycling manual that came with it and always followed the instructions exactly. I am the same way- I like to recycle/compost exactly according to instructions. (and it drives me crazy when people don't do it right!) But I think there are so many things to think about that it can confuse people.
I think it is GREAT that your work has done this!
Our housemate who Brendan replaced was quite opposed to composting. She thought it was SUCH a pain. She also did not recycle. Sometimes I went through her garbage bags late and night and put three quarters of the waste into the proper bin. She generally threw out more each week than the other 6 people who live here put together.
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