The outrageous price of gas has caused us to drastically rethink every car trip. We’ve put off trips – combined trips – and skipped things all together.
One area that we have been putting off was bringing in the recycling.
Since we live out in the country – there are no plastic recycling buckets to set out for the garbage truck every week . We wait till we have a bunch and then take them into town ourselves.
But now, due to budget restraints, several of our closest small towns no longer have the large community recycling bins.
Except for one. Although it’s only about 20 minutes away, we have no reason to go there, except to recycle.
So the pile of cans and jars kept growing until Jan decided that with a little detour from our regular route – we could go right through that small town on our way home from church, thus eliminating a separate trip.
It seemed like a good idea at the time – and actually worked pretty well during the winter months.
But then spring arrived. One beautifully bright Sunday morning Jan and the boys loaded the recycles in the car and we left for church. I didn’t notice anything peculiar on the way there – just some really quiet kids.
But as soon as we got in the car after church and shut the door, an almost overpowering stench hit me.
It smelled like something dead was in the van with us. Like maybe a mouse had crawled into one of the cans and died. Then – as the car sat in the heat of the sun for the 3 hours we were in church – it ripened.
I quickly rolled my window down and hung my head out – feeling sorry for the poor kids in the back seat of the van whose eyes were watering and didn’t have a window.
The 2o minute drive to the recycling bins took forever as I rode with my head out the window like a dog – just lapping in the fresh air.
I really wonder what people thought as they passed us?
Jan kept looking at me with a sheepish grin and saying, “I guess I’m in the dog house this time.”
Let’s just say that they are sometimes you can take thrifty just a little too far!