Recycle-rama

I mentioned in the previous post the canvas re-usable shopping bags of choice of the Hub.  They are my favorite too, until I get one of those darned baskets...here they are in use-for real!

This time the bottles are empty...mostly wine bottles because the beer bottles have a deposit on them called a Pfand that we get back in the form of credit at the grocery store.  But, the wine bottles don't have this deposit, so it is off to the recycling center I go.  All in the day of the Hausfrau, after all.!

There are actually 2 recycling centers very close to the house, but I prefer the one on the other side of the old cemetary.  I like the scenery...and it is situated on a really pretty street.  We almost lived on this street, and every day I bring my recycling (read...empty wine bottles...) I thank my lucky stars that we didn't. No, not because the cemetary is there, but because of the way my bottles clank and crash and make a horrible racket as they descend into the pit of the recycle bin with a final crash at the bottom.  The other bins are located in a more university focused area, and they just aren't as tidy...you see a lot of leftover debris collecting at the base of the other one...car batteries, clothing and other various items that don't fit into the bin categories.  This one in the residential area is kept pretty tidy...

We frequent these two bins the most...because the wine bottles are sorted into either in to the brown glass bin or the green glass bin.  But there is also a bin for clear glass, cans and some plastics to sort into. 

I appreciate that they take their recycling seriously here.  I don't mind at all swaggering down the street laden with the empties of days gone by.  In fact, I seem to wait until I can't carry any more before I head to the bins...and I place them in the bins as gingerly as I can.  I feel a little badly for the neighbors-although there are posted times that you can put the glass in the bins...not too early or too late...but when they come with the truck and empty the bins...sheesh!  You can hear it happening blocks away.  I might recycle on a more regular basis if I lived over here, but am glad that we decided to live elsewhere.

Oh, and by the way...I am beginning to think we are winos.