“I don’t care how fancy you wrap trash, it’s still trash.”
Tropical is today’s word of the day. The TV weatherman used it a few times in his forecast this morning to describe today and tomorrow. The humidity will be stifling. It is currently 81%, but the air conditioner is keeping the house cool and dry.
My den window gives me a peek at the outside world. I can see the blue sky and bouts of sunshine. I can watch the big branches of the oak trees being tossed by a now and again wind. I saw the day get dark when the sun disappeared behind a cloud, but the sun came back. It keeps doing that, going and coming. I keep watching.
I’m reading two books, one upstairs and another downstairs. Upstairs I read my iPad while downstairs my book is substantial. One book is a mystery while the other book is science fiction. Interesting to me is those two genres would also have been my choices when I was ten.
I still need to go to the dump. I keep postponing the inevitable because I truly hate going to the dump. Seriously, why would I like loading the car with trash and bags of recycles then going to the dump to unload said trash in three or four spots?
The dump is a vast wasteland behind and beyond the recycle and trash bins. In the winter, the wind whips across. I always think of the dump when its windy and cold as the tundra, the steppes. This time of year the sun is so bright I can’t see when I first get out of the car. I stand by the car door a bit and wait for my eyes to adjust. When I can see, I start emptying at the recycle bins then move on to the trash. It never takes very long. Sometimes, when I’ve finished with this ordeal, I reward myself with a Dunkin’ ice coffee and a donut. It’s on the way home.
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July 19, 2020 at 4:07 pm
Hi Kat,
Do you remember when the garbage barge from NYC couldn’t find a port that would let them enter to take the garbage to a land fill? I think it was in the late 1970s or early 80s which sparked the entire recycling industry. Unfortunately, recycling has become a victim of its own success. The price of recyclables is so low that they aren’t worth processing and they now mostly wind up in the landfill anyway. One landfill in our area is now partially a huge berm that’s completely landscaped with a fountain in a landscaped creek running through. Right next door is a new housing development. Imagine buying a new house and telling your friends, “My Street is the first turn after passing the landfill entrance”. 🙂
I read lots of books and articles on my iPad because of convince and I’m running out of bookshelf room. The iPad and iPhone now contain everything of importance in my life. 🙂
It’s another hot, sunny and humid day.
July 19, 2020 at 6:53 pm
Hi Bob,
I remember that barge trying to find a port. No state wanted to take it. I found the website with everything you wanted to know about the trash barge.
https://projects.newsday.com/long-island/long-island-garbage-barge-left-islip-30-years-ago/
The landfill here is on a road which only leads to the dump, the ice rink and some bumper cars. What the bumper cars are doing there I have no idea. The dump was somewhere else on the same road but was filled in and solar panels were placed there.
I love my laptop and my iPad.
July 20, 2020 at 10:09 am
Luanda, Angola has a never ending trash site right on the beach, prime waterfront property. There are also street vendors and market stalls, as well as dump pickers. Everyone has to earn a living.
When I was a kid, there was a place on Long Island Sound called Middling Grounds. This is halfway between Connecticut and Long Island, where garbage scows would dump trash into the water. It wouldn’t be done these days. Who knew…
July 20, 2020 at 9:13 pm
Bill,
That sounds so inviting. What fun shopping it must be.
Remember the end of the beach area in Accra where the honey wagons dumped their loads. That was really disgusting.
No one noticed the trash didn’t stay in its designated area?