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Showing posts with label garbage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label garbage. Show all posts
Sunday, February 04, 2018
Garbage on a Finite Planet
My building doesn't have recycling.
I know. A bald statement of fact.
But seriously. Think about it. As I have.
Us residents? Well we range in age from 65-100+.
And there's also no garbage chute.
What we generate, rubbish wise, we have to cart forth to one of several commercial dumpsters scattered at the edges of many parking lots around our building which is a 2 storey sprawled hither and yon. A building from a former US army base plus its attendant buildings (school, hospital, houses, apartment buildings)was sprawled lavishly over many hills overlooking lake, harbour and nearby battlements in WW2.
For several decades now I've been used to recycling. Particularly in Toronto where even kitchen waste was separated along with glass, plastic, metal and paper.
I order online a lot, to prevent stress and strain from carting heavy and awkward cans and toilet paper and flour and oatmeal from parking lot to second floor apartment.
So my cardboard, packing material, boxes, empties, etc. all go to the dumpster, which in turn is emptied into landfills which makes me feel ill. It all feels so wrong.
Every week I generate a huge garbage bag, place it on a small luggage trolley, take it to my car and then drive the car around to one of the dumpsters and throw this bag into it. With effort. The lid is chained and heavy to lift. Not senior/disabled friendly by any means. Most older seniors here have home help. These helpers, mainly in their forties/fifties, cart their employers' garbage down and out.
I've asked management about this but receive a puzzled shrug. My lively friend on the first floor, my own age, has offered to take mine down if it's a problem for me but no, I don't want to burden her unnecessarily and it's not really about carting it down but the fact we don't have any recycling and no plans to implement it.
I can't to get used to it.
Living on an island as I do.
*update*
To be clear here: most of the island has recycling, including the small village where I lived. All of St. John's has recycling but not this apartment building. I'm not sure about others.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Drowning in our own Waste

I was alarmed to read this in The Independent today:
It seems that in the past year this plastic garbage swamp, floating in the Pacific, has grown from an area the size of Texas to an area twice the size of the continental U.S.A. .
Why should we be concerned?
Well, any seafood you eat is permeated with this crap. Not to mention the minced seafood fed to the ground that nice salad left and that roast chicken....?
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