Is this Shredding Saturday, or something? Our local credit union is offering shredding today, also 9AM-11AM (missed it, oh well!) and had "stay in your car" instructions.
We have a home shredder, and we've (mostly) shifted to e-docs, so the only time we care about free shredding is when we have cartons of paperwork, like after Deb's mom died (loved her dearly, but Mom never quite understood WHY she was supposed to not just throw away statements and bills, so we had things like a five-page utility statement, of which one page had personal data and the rest was notices, alerts, ads <sigh> still in the original envelope).
It might be Shredding Saturday? Our bank offers three dates between now and September. I haven’t gone since before Covid… so two bags full isn’t so bad. There is certainly room to reduce incoming paper though. :)
Now you have me wondering about my dad…
I suspect he’s not a saver. Might be where I got it from. 🤷♀️
Nothing short of a miracle how much paper waste computers saved us! Not. Not unlike, “Robots won’t take people’s jobs!”
Both of my parents lived through the Great Depression and that left a mark on my dad in particular. He worked as a machinist at the local glass container factory. Goods were delivered on wooden pallets which he brought home in the station wagon. I was a designated nail puller/straightener. (For reuse, of course). If sizes differed, placement in the correct Crisco can was crucial. That process produced nail free pallet slats to burn in the Warm Morning stove that heated his gunsmith shop.
Other “from work” salvage included all shapes and sizes of pipe fittings that resulted from rebuilding the giant bottle making machines that functioned on hydraulics and compressed air. Any such fitting, once removed, could not be reused. To the victor belongs the spoils!! 🤷🏽
After that modeling of behavior I have to confess that I have a collection of coffee cans and peanut butter jars, mostly containing an array of hand driven nails, screws of all types, and, yes, some pipe fittings. And electrical wiring goods. And so many tools I’m embarrassed to name them.
I wonder if there’s a shredder truck that makes house calls and can address all those metal goodies? Could be an exciting listen! Like the premier of Leonard Bernstein’s “Symphony No. 2 The Age Of Anxiety”
If there’s any hope of flight before my demise, some attempt to lighten up is called for. Anyone in the market for a slightly used jukebox? Music extra.
Crisco cans! That mention immediately struck a memory chord. 😁
I save the occasional jelly, honey, or soy sauce glass container to hold various and sundry items. I particularly like a Smucker’s jar for flowers cut from the yard.
The fruit and ornamental trees here have begun to put on quite a show. Yesterday I spied a yellow magnolia while driving. On my way back, I stopped to take a picture from the roadside.
My mother was a bread machine! Monday was laundry day and the ringer washer and rinse tubs lived in the basement. (No dryer as everything was line-dried. Outside in fair weather or in the basement)
And making bread was interwoven with laundry activity. 8 or 9 loaves was the typical output, leaving one extra to gift a neighbor. No stand mixer with a dough hook, just arm power, large rising bowls, and a house filled with the smell of fresh baked bread.
She may have known some “loaves and fishes” trick for Crisco cans as they seemed limitless. During the Viet Nam war she baked mountains of cookies, carefully placed them in - you guessed it - Crisco cans with paper towel cushioning, and headed to the Post Office.
Which soldiers? Most were unknown to her. Our local paper periodically listed local men’s information that was used for directing letters, and the cookies, to her target. She once spoke of being motivated to do that as her husband had spent the entirety of WW II in Europe. She thought that those in Viet Nam could also use some cheer.
Is this Shredding Saturday, or something? Our local credit union is offering shredding today, also 9AM-11AM (missed it, oh well!) and had "stay in your car" instructions.
We have a home shredder, and we've (mostly) shifted to e-docs, so the only time we care about free shredding is when we have cartons of paperwork, like after Deb's mom died (loved her dearly, but Mom never quite understood WHY she was supposed to not just throw away statements and bills, so we had things like a five-page utility statement, of which one page had personal data and the rest was notices, alerts, ads <sigh> still in the original envelope).
It might be Shredding Saturday? Our bank offers three dates between now and September. I haven’t gone since before Covid… so two bags full isn’t so bad. There is certainly room to reduce incoming paper though. :)
Now you have me wondering about my dad…
I suspect he’s not a saver. Might be where I got it from. 🤷♀️
Nothing short of a miracle how much paper waste computers saved us! Not. Not unlike, “Robots won’t take people’s jobs!”
Both of my parents lived through the Great Depression and that left a mark on my dad in particular. He worked as a machinist at the local glass container factory. Goods were delivered on wooden pallets which he brought home in the station wagon. I was a designated nail puller/straightener. (For reuse, of course). If sizes differed, placement in the correct Crisco can was crucial. That process produced nail free pallet slats to burn in the Warm Morning stove that heated his gunsmith shop.
Other “from work” salvage included all shapes and sizes of pipe fittings that resulted from rebuilding the giant bottle making machines that functioned on hydraulics and compressed air. Any such fitting, once removed, could not be reused. To the victor belongs the spoils!! 🤷🏽
After that modeling of behavior I have to confess that I have a collection of coffee cans and peanut butter jars, mostly containing an array of hand driven nails, screws of all types, and, yes, some pipe fittings. And electrical wiring goods. And so many tools I’m embarrassed to name them.
I wonder if there’s a shredder truck that makes house calls and can address all those metal goodies? Could be an exciting listen! Like the premier of Leonard Bernstein’s “Symphony No. 2 The Age Of Anxiety”
If there’s any hope of flight before my demise, some attempt to lighten up is called for. Anyone in the market for a slightly used jukebox? Music extra.
Crisco cans! That mention immediately struck a memory chord. 😁
I save the occasional jelly, honey, or soy sauce glass container to hold various and sundry items. I particularly like a Smucker’s jar for flowers cut from the yard.
The fruit and ornamental trees here have begun to put on quite a show. Yesterday I spied a yellow magnolia while driving. On my way back, I stopped to take a picture from the roadside.
I’ve not seen a yellow magnolia.
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My mother was a bread machine! Monday was laundry day and the ringer washer and rinse tubs lived in the basement. (No dryer as everything was line-dried. Outside in fair weather or in the basement)
And making bread was interwoven with laundry activity. 8 or 9 loaves was the typical output, leaving one extra to gift a neighbor. No stand mixer with a dough hook, just arm power, large rising bowls, and a house filled with the smell of fresh baked bread.
She may have known some “loaves and fishes” trick for Crisco cans as they seemed limitless. During the Viet Nam war she baked mountains of cookies, carefully placed them in - you guessed it - Crisco cans with paper towel cushioning, and headed to the Post Office.
Which soldiers? Most were unknown to her. Our local paper periodically listed local men’s information that was used for directing letters, and the cookies, to her target. She once spoke of being motivated to do that as her husband had spent the entirety of WW II in Europe. She thought that those in Viet Nam could also use some cheer.
Bread machine, cookie machine, and human doing.
My free association ( similar to your juke box?) plays:
Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country. Or… countrymen.