It seems to me that I often catch a cold when the seasons change. Certainly, our seasons here in the Northwest are very different from those I experienced growing up in New Orleans and very different again from those I experienced in the years I lived in the Boston area. And Spring, it seems is at times the most teasing and mercurial of seasons. Although we have had some warm, sunny weather this week it cold and rainy and feels more than a little like winter, even though we are only a few days from May.
Between my cold and the wet, chilly weather I have not bagged any more cans in the last few days. I did go out on the patio to look around. But while the rain has rfor the moment at least stopped, everything is soaking wet out there and with the chill (and me already suffering a chest cold) I did not even try to go out and bag cans. Ron told me tonight he is going to try to insist going forward that we all bag cans as we accumulate them. (Indeed, if the thousands and thousands of cans already on the patio were already bagged, I would simply start loading them into the car and hauling them to the recycling center.) It is a good idea, and I hope we will implement it going forward. But I also know it will take a great deal of work to bag up all the cans we have already accumulated.
I have been re-reading James Michener’s novel Hawaii. Traveling along with the missionaries from Boston on their long journey from Boston to Maui, by boat all the way down around the tip of South America. It’s a wonderful story, and one I’ve read many times. As I myself am sitting here waiting for spring, the part of the story where the tiny frigate must try and try again to make the arduous passage from the Atlantic to the Pacific seemed striking and quite apt to me. Here’s hoping that the sun will soon come out so that I can get my cans bagged and taken in and we can enjoy having some money in the last week of the month.
So I’ve been busy with my recycling project. On our patio there is a HUGE stack of cans. Listen, I know that soda is horrible for us and we shouldn’t drink it. But we do and we always, always always save empty aluminum beverage cans and never put them into the apartment complex’s recycling bins. Periodically I bag them up and take them to a recycling center where they pay cash for recyclable aluminum. I am determined that I am going to use up every tall white kitchen bag I have and going to bring back lots of cans and get lots of lovely cash to make the rest of the month a bit easier to bear.
Honestly? I was a little bummed. I thought I had 12 bags rather than just 10 in the car. And I had thought the 12 bags would have been more like 50 pounds. But. I have another 10 bags all ready to go, and have decided that I will keep on bagging cans until I run out of bags, and then take them all in, making as many trips as needed. (My 1999 Saturn continues to run pretty good and can easily hold ten bags of recycling.) I know we really shouldn’t drink the soda in the first place. But I know my kitty is NOT going to ever give up sodas, so I know that I’m going to keep drinking them too. But I honestly feel pretty good about my small scale recycling project, which seems to me very win, win, win. After I finish bagging and hauling in those cans, it will be real nice to be going into the last week of the month with some cash on hand and no worries about the days until payday.
Part of me thinks this is such a tiny accomplishment and such a small victory as to be hardly worth noting, even in a personal blog that only a handful of people read. And yet this small step really is the difference between our household making it through the month with no problems, and going through the last week of the month broke and struggling to get by until pay day. And that, it seems to me, is kind of huge. Here’s hoping your month is going along well. How often do you get paid? Do you ever run out of money and struggle the last few days until payday?