I’m in love! But I hate to admit with whom.
Okay. It’s our local recycling programs. I know, as misplaced as that seems, I think it has something to do with spring cleaning. The cleaning bug bites me big time right about now, and frankly anyone or anything who offers to help, makes me weak in the knees.
Even if they’re merely organizations instead of tall, dark and handsome homo sapiens.
During a recent cleaning and clearing out of our shed, I put many of them (the organizations, not the men) to work. Here are a few of my seasonal heartthrobs:
City of Columbia hazardous waste collection:
From April through November, our city offers a drive through hazardous waste collection. You literally drive up, pop your trunk or open your hatch. Someone takes everything out and sends you off with a smile and a wave for doing your part. I definitely LOVE this!
So, I took in old paint cans, some antifreeze, hobby paints, fireworks (who knew these were in there), old smoke detectors (yes, I rarely throw anything out) and wood stain.
Their site lists a plethora of hazardous wastes they will accept. My favorite is the unknown substances. Many cities offer collections like these. Go to Earth911 and type in your city to see if they offer similar services.
Another one of my beaus this time of year is PedNet. Through their Cycle Recycle program, you can drop old bikes (we’ve all got a few we’ve been saving to ride someday) and they will repair and give them to people needing transportation. To date they have resuscitated over 950 bikes and put smiles on as many faces. I plan to increase that number by two.
Play It Again Sports will get my husband’s dumbbells (I feel a pun coming on, but I’m resisting), my son’s childhood left-handed ball glove and teenage golf clubs (never used – ever), along with a bike helmet. Perk alert – they pay for donations! To see if there is one in your area, use their store finder.
Through a classified ad in our local paper, an old door that had been blocking one side of the shed got a new home. When I removed that, I found oodles of garden pots, along with those segmented plastic trays and dozens of tiny little tags garden centers use to ID plants, which I transplanted back at our local Lowes. All Lowes offer this service, by the way.
Even our old push mower will see greener pastures, when our local technical college uses it in a shop class.
And finally, all my mismatched dishes and unwanted garden tools are going on the chopping block this weekend at our neighborhood garage sale. Leftovers will find themselves on the shelves of Goodwill and/or Salvation Army.
Done! And I’m content in knowing I accomplished a green clean.
As for my smoldering love affairs? I think the carport could use some green TLC….
I’m feeling passionate already.