Now the fun part is that every neighborhood has a rotating schedule of who goes out to help collect this garbage. There are usually about seven to ten households at a time who are called upon to volunteer. Our turn comes around once every five or six months. And today it was my turn.
I have to be out at the drop off spot by six thirty until eight. Which means my husband and son are on their own for breakfast and the invariable last dash...Where are my socks?! What did I do with last night's homework?!
He he he.
We line up the blue baskets and put the name plates on them--steel cans, aluminum cans, white bottles, brown bottles, green and blue bottles and a small basket for make up bottles. These are filled during the one and a half hour time slot and then picked up by the recycling truck a little after eight.
But today I was near the strange and odd dangerous garbage. Here we get old sewing machines, light stands, antennas, the works.
Someone brought in an old clock that looked like it had exploded.
You're not allowed to throw away clothes or blankets on regular trash day. They have to be put out on the once-a-month special garbage day. Look how prettily everyone wraps up their old garments.
Mostly the job consists of directing people to the correct basket to dispose of their rubbish. But we also get to do really rockin' things like poking holes in spray cans, running enormous magnets over the aluminum stuff to pull out accidentally added steel, and stepping on cockroaches that flee old beer bottles and try to run up our legs.
I don't regret much in my life. But one thing I still regret to this day is years ago when I was on Dangerous Garbage Duty. An old woman brought these ancient porcelain dishes to throw away. They weren't broke or chipped or anything. They were gorgeous. Everyone asked to make sure she wanted to get rid of them, they were obviously worth a lot of money. She said anyone could take them if they wanted. My neighbors asked me if I wanted them. They said stuff like this was rare because while Shizuoka, the city next to us, was air bombed during the war, our city wasn't so stuff like this survived. That someone would willingly give it away was even more of a shock. I politely declined not wanting to be greedy. Now, though, I really wish I had said yes. This is kind of what they looked like. There were more, about a half dozen or so and they were much bigger.
Needless to say, no one has brought anything similar since. However, I once did get a really nice bicycle that a neighbor chucked. It was ten times better than the one I was riding so I just ran and got mine and drove hers home.
I have no shame.