my riveting account of composting our rotten Halloween pumpkins earlier this month.
Here's another exciting tale of conscientiousness and follow through.
On Monday morning, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bin at our community workout facility when I was there for tennis. The bin seemed to be filled with Christmas lights.
I arrived home a couple hours later and noticed the pile of non-working Christmas lights on the floor of our garage. My husband had placed the lights (and some other get-rid-of-them-please items) in my parking spot in the hopes that I would get rid of them. A quick google search revealed that I could recycle Christmas lights at a variety of community locations, including the place where I play tennis. In an amazing feat of memory and follow through, I moved the lights from garage floor to passenger seat, then remembered to carry them into the building and drop them in the bin when I went to tennis today. Lights out success.
I successfully parked in the garage this evening. I'd tell you what I did with the other get-rid-of-them-please items, but I don't know if you could handle the excitement.