Some might say that I should then remove the garbage when it is full but I would just like to say SOME MIGHT BE WRONG! I do a lot of housework. A LOT. Brent's job is garbage, and he is fully on board with this but then he does it wrong.
Anyways, the fight reminded me that I've been wanting to write about garbage for awhile now. Which is hilarious and I won't blame any of you for not reading about it but you know what? Garbage is interesting! At least I think so.
A few years ago I made my first trip to the dump (as an adult. I used to go with my dad when I was too little to protest). We borrowed Brent's dad's truck (which actually is his mom's truck, let's be honest and non sexist here: who drives it to work every day despite the fact that it is fourteen times too big for her and she's scared to park it? Yeah, it's his mom's) and tossed a load of our CRAP in the back and took it to the dump. Which happens to be 15 blocks from our house, in a warehouse by the river. First of all, I never knew a dump could be INSIDE. I guess it is a transfer station and not technically a dump but inside the warehouse was effing garbage as high as the roof, so I'm not really thinking it is a station so much as a disgraceful reminder of all it is to be human participating in a consuming society overrun with stuff. Or something not quite so armageddon. (How does blogger not recognize the word armageddon? Seriously?).
Second of all, the smell made me vomit in my mouth a tiny bit. It was a wall of rotten food. There were bulldozers and backhoes and all manner of large industrial vehicles pushing around the piles of garbage and there were men who worked there. In that smell. All. Day. Long. Who has that job? Oh my gosh, who has that job?!!
It was overwhelming in size and beyond what I could have imagined. And I think it's a small transfer station and not that bad. I mean, we live in a city with 130,000 people and we're gonna make garbage. At least it's not going in the river.
But it was massive.
Around the same time I was trying to compost in our townhouse with a worm compost bin. I tried three separate times and killed all my worms every time. I just couldn't do it. I put the compost bin (without emptying it) in our garage and ignored it for two years. I pulled it out to toss the contents the spring before we moved and lo and behold, it was beautiful rich dirt! Some worms survived, bred, and ate my forgotten garbage and pooped out fertilizer! WOOT! So I put it in my garden and grew pretty flowers.
When we moved to our own house (YES!!) we tossed the worm bin and got a real live urban backyard composter. It is easier than the worm bin, actually, and pretty much unkillable.
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ALSO, last year our township started its own composting program! They pick up our food scraps and compost it in town at a big site. I'm not sure what they will do with it when it is nice dirt, but possibly sell it for gardens? Or use it in township gardens? Who knows. When I first heard about this idea I thought OH DISGUSTING I'M GOING TO HATE THIS. But lo and behold (I know! I said that twice in one post), I love it. Here is the deal: the 'Green Bin' program takes yard trimmings and food scraps in one pail/garbage can, marked with a township 'Green Can' sticker. Food scraps means ALL FOOD. Meat, bones, cheese, bread: you name it. It also means biodegradables, like paper towel, kleenex, cardboard, paper bags, etc. SO COOL. In the summertime we put vegetable scraps in one pail for our backyard composter, and all other food in a second scraps pail for the green bin. In the winter the worms are too sleepy to keep up with our vegetable scraps so we put everything in the green bin.
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because why take photos when I can lazily google images? He he.
The reason I thought I would hate it is because it seemed gross. Garbage on my counter? Stinky food garbage? In a pail I have to clean? NO THANK YOU. In reality though I line my scraps bucket with a biodegradable paper bag and it gets emptied (OR NOT) by my lovely spouse, who is really quite nice. And handsome. And total blog fodder when
Our under the sink garbage gets full WAY less often (it is actually the scraps bucket we fought over. Not to say that we haven't fought over the under the sink garbage pail because OH YES WE HAVE. Just not tonight) and sometimes even only needed emptying once a week. I'm not sure if there was a lot of dead air space in the garbage before or what, but we are producing way less garbage. The garbagy garbage gets shipped 302.6 Kilometers (according to Google) from our town to Cache Creek, which gets paid a premium for accepting garbage from the entire Lower Mainland. Cache Creek makes so much income from this project that the residents pay no property taxes. None. Zero. Show me that money, dude!! Except not in summer. Blech.
So now with most of our garbage going either into our backyard or into the community compost, far less of it makes it to the transfer station, into trucks, and up to Cache Creek to be filled into the land along with everyone else's plastic uselessnesses. That is very, very good. Plus my kitchen smells better, which is really the best part. =)