A Regular Saturday Outing

Our town recycles. Everything. Every kind of paper, cardboard, plastic, glass, styrofoam, aluminum, wood, tire, and food waste. At the recycling barn there is a shelf for old paint, hazardous liquids, and batteries. For $2 they will recycle an old television or computer. The only things I have to take elsewhere are plastic bags, for which there is a bin at the grocery store, and most drink containers, which are returnable under Maine's bottle law. I throw away very little: plastic wrap, which I have learned to rinse because we empty our trash every 3 weeks or so; junk food wrappers, like microwave popcorn bags and potato chip bags which are either coated in oil or made of some composite material I can't identify; yucky paper towels; shaving cream cans and deodorant bottles; and the odd container that isn't returnable or recyclable. The recycling barn is open Thursdays and Saturdays. For us, a trip to the recycling barn has become a regular Saturday outing. This is where it all happens:

As an added bonus this summer and fall, we can stop at the town's farmers' market on our way home from the recycling barn. Yesterday we picked up corn and tomatoes. The week before it was kale, cucumbers, potatoes, and sausage. Two weeks ago we bought raspberries. Yummmy.
This is the grange where the farmers' market sets up each week:

Saturdays have turned into a productive day for our household ~ we get rid of all our trash and support local farms by buying their products. If nothing else of note happens all week-end, I feel like I have accomplished something after our regular Saturday outing.