One of the actions brought up by Daryl
during the House Meeting was the subject of boxes. Apparently, we
have a recycling dumpster that's nothing but cardboard boxes. It
didn't get picked up last week because the last two dozen or so boxes
weren't broken down properly.
I had gotten a lot done Monday. As I
finished washing the dishes I took out the kitchen garbage. Someone
had cleaned out the fridge and there were three moldy plates of food
in there. The garbage wasn't that full, but I figured it was for the
best just to take it out anyway.
As I left the back door, making sure it
was propped open so I could get back inside, I saw the recycling bin
overflowing with cardboard boxes.
After I put a new bag in the kitchen,
the only thing I had to do for the next thirty minutes was to break
down boxes. I got my boxcutter out of my backpack and walked outside.
One of my first jobs was as a stock guy
at Radio Shack. A lot of it included breaking down and reshaping
boxes in the alleyway behind the store. I really liked doing that and
it was cathartic getting to do it again. Some of the boxes were
tougher, but nothing I couldn't handle.
It was about twenty minutes of work,
but after I was done the dumpster was at about 60% whenever it had
been an abundant 120% when I'd come out. It was good to have a job
done and to see the difference it made.
Despite all of my other setbacks and
halted steps forward of the day, it made everything seem okay for a
bit.
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