Recycling

In my block, we recycle. To some people it means you throw your garbage in bags and throw them out on the balcony. To others it means that you put your garbage in bags and carry them to the recycling containers and leave them there. Hopefully someone else will do the tricky thing with putting your garbage in the right container. To me recycling is a fun project. I have boxes in my kitchen. I sort my garbage carefully. I could probably use the space for something better, but I like this planet and thought I may try to help saving it a little.  The balcony typ of recycling isn’t an option. I plan to use it in just a few months when global warming turns my balcony into a sauna. Anyway…

I’ve been thinking of recycling a lot. We recycle our ex boyfriends. We throw them away and let someone else transform them into something else (better or worse, I don’t know) or just let them out on the second hand market. There are a lot of funny stuff to be found on the second hand market. I’m there. I’m in the recycling system, waiting to be used again. Used in a good sense, of course. Do I need to say that I’m in a bad mood today?

The good thing is that I’ve finally managed to unpack, sort out and throw away enough stuff so my cupboards look nice and proper. And I kinda reach them now. Maybe it’s time to start hanging those pictures on the wall. I’ve found them now… I just wish I could find those keys to my suitcase too.