Garbage Day is on Monday at our house. We are allotted one large bin to dispose of waste. We do not have any mandatory recycling. Which means everything goes into the same BIG container. When my daughters lived at home they generated more trash in a few days than my husband and I do in a month. Now that there is just the two of us, we're lucky if we put one bag out in that can a week. I'm the only person or so my hubby says who knows how to extricate the garbage from the kitchen can to put it outside in the bin. A good excuse for him not to do it, right? In all fairness he does the bathroom and office cans. Neither of which require the muscle that kitchen can does. But then he does wheel that big monstrosity with everything in it to the curb. It would be much easier to put that one green trash bag out there. Problem is that can can sit there all day. Our garbage men are not on a schedule. They can pick it up at the crack of dawn or not mosey by until 5 o'clock at night. I'm reminded of the old days when we'd have 4 or 5 cans lining the driveway. And those collectors would be there when the sun rose to empty them. Remember the old metal trash cans? I bought one years ago to store my wrapping paper in. In it's day it was convenient and just the right size. BUT now that I exclusively use gift bags instead of wrapping paper it's getting in the way. So it's the first thing I'm going to get rid of at a garage sale later this spring. Call it recycling. There is vintage paper in there. One woman's trash is another's treasure.