Heading out on a bike ride reminded me of this venture, since I’m “re-cycling” today. It’s been a few years since that was my main mode of transportation, and I’m gearing up in my road-rash-resistant gear, just in case…
And of course, it also reminded me of the motto I gave my kids went we left on vacation without them. “Always recycle.” This was meant to imply that there had better not be a party and if there was one, no traces found.
Additionally, it called to mind a silly movie we watched last night that made no sense as far as what was stored in the attic. Suffice it to say, “recycling” has hit a nerve for the day, which coincides with the trash service. Maybe these thoughts were all meant to remind me to remind my husband to take out the garbage? Mission accomplished.
