My husband is an original, people, maybe the original in terms of Reduce, Reuse and Recycle. His shenanigans over the years have resulted in a few of our big fights. Like when we finished the basement including laying linoleum under a leaking washing machine. Rob insisted on jerry-rigging a fix and putting a drip pan under it. Not my favorite solution but we saved some money and did get ten more years of life out of ‘er.
So this week our century-old home is in surgery—we are having an electric heat pump installed—and I’ve had ample opportunity to see evidence of Rob as Earth Steward. To prepare we had to clear out the furnace room. My word! For the most part, that workshop area has been his purview and I have stayed clear.
I was surprised to find box after box of used packaging—styrofoam, soft plastic, cardboard plus pill bottles—and realized he was waiting for a better plan for disposal. Bless Jesus! We found Ridwell, a local service that carts material away to reuse and recycle.
Thus I am enjoying the satisfaction of moving what’s accumulated along and out-of-here! I know there are oodles of issues remaining. For example, are we really avoiding landfill? And the proverbial: the rest of our house remains packed-to-the-gills with belongings we rarely use; how can we keep rid-welling without motivation from a big project?
For now we are moving in the right direction. We are digging through it. Even after all these years, I’m still getting to know and appreciate this ol’ house and my old man.
Always Bridging 