I have a bad memory when it comes to the days the garbage people pick up the recycling. I thought they were coming to get it this morning. In actuality, they are coming next Tuesday.
Of course, this had to happen the one time I decided to put a whole heck of a lot of cardboard out for pickup. I mean, I put out about twelve flattened cardboard boxes…big ones too. When I realized no one was coming to get the cardboard, I decided to make a very special trip to the local transfer station.
A transfer station is basically a station where they transfer things. That was my attempt at humor. Our local station is quite beautiful, so beautiful in fact, I decided to take a few photos.
Sure, it might seem strange to take photos of the transfer station, but if I don’t do it, who is going to?
I must say, our local transfer station is one of the more organized ones I have ever been to. There is a place for used motor oil, old tires, cardboard, metal, recyclables, appliances, furniture…well, you get the picture. All I did was drop off some cardboard and recyclables, but now I see the potential for a whole lot more.
Mad peace to you.