Some people stop and pull to the side of the road to rescue stray puppies and kittens. Me? I stop for stray empty cans of Starbucks Double-Espresso energy drinks sitting on the side of the road. Or, at least that’s what I did today. (And yes, of course I would have stopped for a puppy or kitten. Ask my husband. I have done so before.)
I may have gone over the edge.
However, I have some interesting news. Okay, so maybe it’s not interesting to anyone else, and maybe you’ll read this and wonder, “Why am I wasting my time with this? And why is she?” But I am excited because this week, on Friday, I will have four recycle bins out at the Monrovia Family Festival. And these are approved bins, not like I threw out some renegade illegal recycling bins to steal all your cans. These are bins that have officially been allowed by the company that runs the festival. I don’t know why, besides the hopeful large masses of rescued bottles and cans, this makes me so happy. Except for one thing—I actually got off my butt and made a phone call. And it was easy. And all I had to say was, “I’m doing a recycling project. Can I put out some bins next Friday?” It’s not so hard to ask for help. It’s not so hard to get over that mountain of procrastination. It was just one phone call—or actually, a message left and a phone call received. But, all I have to do now is put out the bins and collect them on Friday. And that’s easy. And I’ll probably still be there fishing out cans from the trash bins. (I don’t know why people can’t walk the 10 feet to the recycling bin, but that’s just me complaining again.) But thank you in advance, Monrovia, for recycling and helping me save 5,000,000 cans.
Grand total: 2957