While the intention of recycling is a good one, I can’t help but wonder how much recycled waste actually gets recycled. Not because recycling facilities don’t sort and process the items, rather most recycled debris in those curb-side green bins get carried off by the wind.
Today was an exceptionally windy day and was a good example of the poor concept of the green bin. Did whoever invent the rectangular, open-top bin ever think it might not stand up to the fierce winds, snowstorms and rain showers of our Canadian climate?
I suggest replacing the traditional green bin for a bin with a lid. This would eliminate so much trash getting strewn over neighborhoods. Pieces of wet newspapers hugging trees, water bottles in the gutter – all well-intended recycling items reduced to… litter.
I was reading an on-line article the other day. It discussed Mitt Romney’s drop from the presidential campaign. This interested me because if the Republicans are elected I’m curious to know which monster they will select. They all look and sound the same to me, spewing the same scripted rhetoric.
Scanning the article, I was about to move on when it grabbed me by the way it spoke of Romney. “He has the kind of telegenic good looks that create the faint impression that he might have been chiselled from a solid block of make-up. ” Seems to me like an unlikely way to describe a potential US presidential candidate – at least by American standards. So I read on. When describing him campaigning, the article says “he seemed awkward and stilted, and on stage he always felt a little wooden, and lacking in conviction. ” Again, I was a little stricken by, well, a truthful description.
It’s unlikely to hear an American report in that nature. Most high-profile US news sources are so far-bent to the right that it’s difficult to get an objective perspective. I was surprised to be reading this media, until I looked a little closer at the web site. It was in fact BBC. I was reminded why I set my IE browser to bbc.co.uk. A refreshing change from the usual perspective.
Here is why I love to run.
I left my house wondering if this was indeed a good idea, it was slippery out. As I made my way and found my stride I came across unruly drivers, all trying to beat the rush hour traffic. Stop signs are exceptionally dangerous, but I carried on. When I made it to my target, the park, I was welcomed by the sound of a frozen puck slapping the sideboards. I looked up and saw a perfectly lit outdoor rink, equipped with boys skating with hockey sticks. Truly a Canadian sight. It felt great. So I carried on my run, having felt that seeing this sight was why I pushed myself to run to the park.
The leg home was tough. Uphill and not as scenic as the park. As I ran towards home I couldn’t wait for the run to end. Just then, I look up and see a fellow runner. My heart sang, I was not alone. Someone else was out here, braving the cold, the elements, to run. I felt a kinship and ran the next couple blocks with her in site. When I felt my confidence grow I started for the last few blocks home.
As I rounded out my run in front of my house I felt accomplished, exercised and happy for the sights I’d seen.
It’s amazing what you can see when you don’t set out to look for it.
My list of books to read:
The Time Travellers Wife, Audrey N. Henegger
We Need to Talk About Kevin, Lionel Shriver
The Golden Compass, Phillip Pullman
My Sister’s Keeper, Jodi Picoult
The Sparrow, Mary Povia Russell