It's kinda strange to start reading the story in the middle, but it's also strange starting writing in the middle of things.
We moved from Portsmouth, VA to the middle of nowhere last summer(Aug 08). the hubby is in the middle of retiring, so we decided in summer 07 to put the house on the market Feb 08 and to move while the getting was good. but you do remember the housing bubble popping, that was about the same time. We had only 3 people look at our old house (spring 08). The financing fell through for one, the second wasn't really looking, and the third was just right. The house in NC, the people really needed to sell or get foreclosed on, and our bank was really squirrley and almost didn't approve the loan because of the road maintenance agreement (private road). So here we are. I did get a job driving school busses, and the son likes the high school here. I'm just getting my feet settled, now I'm tired of hearing myself expound on things, so I'm gonna start writing them down. Maybe I should have tried to write for the paper, but who wants to listen to me. ha ha.
NC legislature just passed a law requiring the recycling of plastic bottles. Great idea. I've seen our county landfill and it's very large, and any reduction of stuff going in is great. Being out in the county, we have to take our trash and recycling to one of several trash collection sites (transfer stations) ourselves. They have bins for trash, plastic, glass etc. They even have drum for used oil. The building that I sort of work out of now has big boxes to collect plastic, so the folks that empty their dumpster won't have a cow about them.
Of course when we lived in Seattle (early 90s) they had one whale of a recycling program. We were so amazed when we got there. We were allowed one 30 gal can of trash a week, and if you had more it cost $5. per bag extra. But we had this huge recycling bin and they took just about everything - alum, glass, cardboard, paper, tin cans. Inside the house we had two trash cans. Cereal box - the liner went in the trash, the box in recycling. Tin can, label in recycling, can in recycling. Junk mail, paper in the recycle bin. When we moved to Portsmouth, it almost hurt to trash all the stuff we had to recycle in Seattle. Just shows what could be done all over.
And my favorite motto: "It could have been a lot worse"
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4 months ago
It could have been a lot worse! Great motto to keep in mind when things go awry.
ReplyDeleteI've been through the stresses of moving house more times than I care to remember. It is in the top three of the most stressful things one can encounter in life.
I now life quietly with my wife in the green and pleasant Scottish Borders. It was a bit of an adventure for us to up sticks and go live in what is, in effect, a different country!
Born and bred in a south London town (Croydon) it seemed that Scotland was in the far distant north; a place to steer clear of according to all the 'southerners' of England. How stupid can some people be!
Wish you luck. Phil
I actually still live in the medium-sized (by UK standards) town I was born in. I have done so, apart from one 18-month stint in Ireland, all my life. Moving house is stress central, though and we still live in the first house we bought after living in various rented places.
ReplyDeleteOur local council has just given us all new recycling bins for our tins, aluminium, paper and plastic - at last! It used to bug me to have throw the plastic away (we've had glass and paper recycling now for ages).
Anyway, rambing on now, so I'll shut up.
Hello, hello. I read Philip's blog and he mentioned you were over here, just starting out, so I thought I'd stop by.
ReplyDeleteYes, Seattle is very dedicated to the environment, isn't it? I've got a brother-in-law there, and then also friends in Portland Oregon which is every bit as "Green, it's our favorite color. Like it. Live it." and again, that's to everyone's benefit, so I say "Hurray!"
Welcome to blogging :-) On the day you can't say, "It could have been worse." likely you can't say anything at all, ever again, eh?