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My mother hoards glass, and I'm not talking about figurines or perfume bottles, but empty jars and bottles. As long as I can remember she has been doing it. When she has several storage crates/boxes she would tell my father, who got upset with her since the crates/boxes weighed a lot and he had to carry them down two sets of steep, awkward stairs. He tried to motivate her to bring them with her to the supermarket every week, there's a glass bin in the parking lot. That would work, for a little while.
For about two years now my mother has the groceries delivered. She might have told my dad that she's got glass that needs to be recycled, but his back isn't what it's used to be and out of sight (in the upstairs junk room) is out of mind. Until I stumbled upon boxes, crates and big bags of jars and bottles last year. Since then I've been taking a big shopping bag a week to the nearby glass container. I did this off and on, because it isn't the most fun thing to do. Since January I've been doing going twice a week.
Today I took the last of the glass to the container! From now on the designated glass back hangs at the top of the stairs on the floor my rooms are. So I walk past it every time I go to or come from my rooms. My plan is to take away the glass every first Wednesday of the month, no matter how little it is. That should be enough, though if necessary I can go more. The container is only a couple of minutes walk away.
I did manage to hurt my ribs somehow. This last bag was really full and really heavy, I didn't feel like leaving a couple of jars and/or bottles for next week, I must have pulled a muscle or something. I treated myself by making my favourite dinner tonight (pasta salad). I've already told my mother that if I find any glass that needs to be recycled in a place that's not the bag I won't take it to the recycle container.
It's such a silly thing, but I'm so glad I've gotten this done.
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