Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Joys of Recycling

Taken on the trip back from the neighborhood recycling center.

Taken April 18, 2010.

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  1. Makes me pine for a road trip, Andi.

    Lori, Hector makes me wish I had me a wabbit, but my gang of four would out vote me. Hope you found that elbow fitting.

    Hotpointia--Love that Goddess. Actually that sounds like a great lesson for the kiddos. Create a god/goddess. No telling what they'd come up with for Ipod, cell phones, computers and their other idols.

    Lori, if you are our future, I look forward to the day. I'm not sure us as your past has quite the same ring.

    Survived day one of two grades of kiddos testing yesterday. I know you would be shocked that several got off the bus coming back from the high school and walked away rather than come in our building. And others were seen skipping altogether.
    One major drama queen, yes she's been in psyche hospital several times, and I had a nice conversation along with the only other student in that room. The other one is pregnant with baby number 2 and had been up most of the night with 9 month old who'd had an asthma attack. These are both second year 9th graders (why they weren't testing with the rest of the class). They get group grouchy but are quite nice to talk to one on one.

    No so many gone testing today, so more normal day--whatever that is.

    Wonderful Weds to All--Thurs. for Lori.

  2. Ah Lisa, I can't imagine the strength it takes to do what you do everyday. Major kudos to you.

  3. The road goes ever, ever on...

    Morning, gang!!

    Lisa, I echo what Andi said. You are a Saint.

    Speaking of saints - seems my prayers to the goddess of deadlines has borne fruit. Got up early and slammed out 1000 words. This is what I'm talking about! This is the story that was meant, because now I just want to skip the mimes and work on this sucker. ::g::

    Oh well, it's on a Google doc, so if I can sneak in some time later, I shall do so.

    Must away to the post office before the mimes.

    ::waves at the later arrivals::

  4. Kudos to you Lisa. I couldn't do it.

    Waves to all. Chilly 40s here. Brrrr.

    See y'all later.

  5. I hate owning a house. I'm just saying.

    Hi and bye. Hoping to catch up tomorrow. Contractors everywhere. New issues being discovered every day that will need to be dealt with. Calgon, take me away!

    Sending positive vibes everywhere -

  6. Heehee, Hotpointia. For the various gadgets, how aobut Ampereus, the god of batteries?

    So Andi, is the "neighborhood" recycling center (I noticed the italics) the local midden heap? :-D

    Go Lisa! I know a couple people who are like your 9th graders, OK 1-on-1 but can't keep it together in a group situation. The drama queens where I work have beards, nuff said.

    Maria, I know that feeling of wanting to blow off the mimes & write. Olga whacked me so hard once that I spent the entire afternoon banging out a story in my cube instead of writing documentation.

    Waves & hugs to those who need them. Bread I made + chicken salad I made + chair outside = happy lunch FARf.

  7. Way to go, Maria! Except for the having to go to work instead of writing part.

    Same here, b2. Frost this moring. But it's been warming up nicely since then.

    Damn, Beth. I hate that your joy got so complicated. I hope that it straightens out very fast.

    Nope it's a real recycling center but neighborhood was in quotes because, as the photo shows, there's not a lot of neighborhood out here plus it's a 15 minute drive from our house.

  8. Well I was going to quote Tolkien but Maria beat me to it.

    Beth I hate owning a house too. Someday I'll get my act together, fix all the things that need fixing and sell it.

    Tonight is a packing night. Partner's retreat weekend - bus leaves at 1:00 tomorrow afternoon. uck. (Speaking of retreats makes me think of Olivia - has she been by lately? I miss her.) But on the whole I'd rather have my job than Lisa's - if I had your job Lisa I would probably have been arrested by now for beating the cr*p out of one of those kids. You must have the patience of a saint.

  9. Ugh, Mary, going on a work retreat sounds just awful to me ... unless it really meant I could retreat from work.

    Also, Olivia says 'hi!'.

  10. Thanks for the word from O - I miss her, too!

    Can't work due to technical difficulties on their end, so I have some time to breathe and catch up.

    Oy, Lisa. Major good vibes heading your way. Reminds me of the day I sat in one of those little chairs at the local middle school and explained to a child why she couldn't be pregnant...sigh. You are indeed a saint.

    Lori, I'm going to request views of the future from you, from now on! Thanks for the bunny pix - they were great.

    Argh on the boy, Farf. He's going to figure it out one of these days...

    I want a yard like andi's - and a neighborhood. But in a rental house. Every day I stumble across another problem here. When it rains, it pours. But I'm stubbornly optimistic that it's all going to work out, and the 24th I'll be heading to points elsewhere.

    Yay for sleep and stories, Maria! Woo hoo!

    I didn't like Epcot the first time I was there, maryb. Now I want to live there permanently. It was amazing. Still have days at Hollywood Studios and the Magic Kingdom before the 25th - better get planning.

    Waving to boran, zipper leg FM, NP if she's around, ditto any other lurkers. I'm hoping to sleep tonight, too, after a couple of shy nights. In fact, I think I'll head that way right now.

    Night everyone! Hugs and kisses all around.

  11. Night, Beth. Here's to better days and fewer problems.

    and so to bed.

  12. Lisa, of the "Found Goddesses" I've apparently been blessed by Asphalta, Goddess of the roadways, especially parking. All I have to do is incant:

    Oh Asphalta full of Grace
    help me find a parking space

    And viola, one appears. This was much more useful when I lived in California, but never diss a blessing even if it doesn't seem to be much use at the moment.

    Maria, I'd call that Goddess Terminus. My relation to deadlines mirrors that of Douglas Adams, "I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."

    Beth, this too shall pass.

    FARf. Ampereus it is. His shrine is in my refrigerator, in an old strawberry box where I keep all of my rechargeables fresh.

    Mary, I'd have the next cell over.