Red Solo Cup: Kindly Recycle

“Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.” – Boyd K. Packer

I’m not certain who’s been having the pretty-much-nightly parties in our work parking lot, but they sure do love their red Solo cups. Crushed in the mulch, flattened along the curb, sometimes gently skittering along the side of the building. NEVER in the SOCCRA recycle bin. Comically, the wind often pushes them to the base of the bin. Accompanied by a Bacardi pint, the occasional Cherry Coke can, the Solo cup is a constant. And it’s always red.

The point of my reverie is not the potential alcoholism (not a funny topic) or teen parties – but rather my compulsion to recycle the detritus of the night before. So if you see me at 8:00 a.m. gingerly ferrying cups and pints to the bin, rest assured it’s only my recycling addiction taking hold.  Followed, of course, by a thorough hand-scrubbing. Ugh.

I’ve been recycling for a long, long time. In fact, I was recycling before it was cool. We even paid an extra $10 or some such and took a trip to the Public Works building to get a second recycling bin, because I was cramming it full every week. The offsprings’ artistic doodles are created on the blank sides of work paper. If they want “real paper”, they have to go to the printer.  This is sounding weirder and weirder as I write it.

No, I didn’t grow up in the Depression, and I don’t re-use my foil or paper bags or anything like that. But those puppies get recycled, let me tell you.  Better Half shakes his head but indulges me. The offspring automatically recycle their lunch items.

Styrofoam! It gets saved and trucked to a place I can recycle it. The irony of me driving my previous gas-guzzling Jeep to the recycling facility was not lost on me. (I now have a more economical car). But I figured, better that I drive my guzzler down there than let the Styrofoam go in the landfill.

Don’t get me started on my rain barrel! Okay, you can get me started. Check out and you too can own a fabulous, big blue plastic rain barrel to trap all that rain running off your roof.  We water the plants with it, fill the bird baths; it’s a good time.  For a birthday gift one year, I got a compost bin.  Maybe not exciting to YOU, but…

This is not a brag fest. I’m not the greenest girl in town, but it’s more of a plea to you, my as-yet-nonexistent readers:  look for the little things you can do to make the world a better place.  All my friends and co-workers and students know I’m big on recycling, and hopefully it gets them to recycle a little more than they normally might.

The recurrent theme of this blog (all 2 posts of it) is happiness – and it makes me happy to do a little something to leave something better than I found it. So, you parking lot partiers, please recycle after you enjoy!