Recycling for me is a tad bit inconvenient. I live out in the country, practically on a farm, you understand. And Waste Management does not “service” my area. But I’m not bitter. Nosireebob. I understand. It’s the gas prices, I tell you. HI……WAY robbery. When we moved up here in February from the city, I soon realized that I would not have a handy, little, maroon recycling bin brought to my home by the local utility company. In fact, they don’t even send electricity out my way. We have to get electricity on our own. Stop it. I’m kidding. After a few weeks of throwing away aluminum cans and plastic bottles and being sick about it, I decided that I had to find a way to recycle. You’ll be happy to know that I found a place in my town that has recycling receptacles where you can drop off your stuff. Elated, I was. Until I learned that they were only open on Saturday from 10-2. TEN TO TWO. ON SATURDAYS. ONLY. For the love. But, again, I’m trying to make a difference in my environment because I have no idea if Jesus will return to this earth in twenty minutes, twenty months or two hundred years. I just don’t know, and I am so sorry about that for those who were looking for a lesson in eschatology. Back to me not being happy about the lame hours of the recycling bins place. I decided, once again, that a little inconvenience never hurt nobody. So, after purchasing some 18 gallon bins from the local Wal-Mart, I was officially on a mission. And about once a month, I take my recyclables to the receptacles on Saturdays between the hours of 10 and 2. Hello? Earth, is that you? Oh, you’re welcome. Price of bins to house said recyclable items: $14.54 Hours spent washing out cans, checking to see if there is a “1” or “2” on the plastic bottle, and breaking down cereal boxes: 21 Amount of Purell bottles needed to clean the gunk off my hands after making the drop: 17 Recycling to make the future of our children a little better: Priceless.