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My paper-recycling bin runneth over

 

     Another election is approaching our area.  Politicians waste trees and money sending flyers to me.  Said flyers leave the mailbox and go directly into the recycling bin.  I could probably save time by placing the blue bin under the mailbox and label it ‘political flyers here please’.  Oh, if only they’d get a clue as to how much money they waste.  No, I don’t read the flyers especially when the mudslinging begins as it always does.

     If you want my vote, do come and talk to me.  Give me some proof that you actually care about the people in your district.  Don’t waste my time calling me on the phone with a poll.  I refuse to answer questions asked by faceless voices.  Another thing that will greatly impress me is if you don’t bad mouth other candidates.  My parents always said, “If you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything.”  Nothing lowers my opinion of a candidate faster than when one begins mudslinging.

     Do not talk to me as if I am stupid.  I stay informed and actually have opinions.  However, you will never see them on this blog because my politics are private.  There’s nothing I hate more than having someone try to shove their politics down my throat.  Therefore, I refuse to do it to my readers.

Buried alive in catalogues

 

     It would be such a waste if our city didn’t recycle.  I struggled to take our paper recycling bin out the curb tonight.  Filled to capacity the darned thing is heavy.  We put most paper, cardboard, and pasteboard into our blue bins.  All the junk mail goes.  Sometimes my blue bin can wait for two weeks between recycling nights.  However, it seems that this week we had an over abundance of junk mail arrive and it’s not even near an election right now.  I pondered this for a while.

     Then it hit me.  Ah, yes.  The bin contained catalogues.  It had dozens of catalogues from every imaginable place for every item that exists.  Why?  “Tis the season and the catalogue storm has only just begun.

     We spent far too many hours mining through the Mother-In-Law’s house while she was in the rehab hospital.  Therefore, tonight I reminded Dear Hubby to make sure every catalogue she gets hits her bin over the next few months.  I do not want to find her buried alive under an avalanche of them some time around Christmas.