Today is garbage pick-up day and I am infinitely and inexhaustibly thankful that we have such a luxury! I read this horrible book, don't ever read it, I won't even tell you the name so that you can't and won't, and it was set in New York City and it was the end of the world and the garbage stopped being picked up. Gasp! How horrible would that be? Well, the rats liked it, did I tell you I didn't like that book? I try really hard to not produce very much garbage. We recycle what we can, try to eat fresh foods that didn't come in plastic and cardboard, use cloth diapers, cloth napkins, cloth cloths (instead of paper towels), buy bigger packaging instead of lots of little things, give things to people we know or Goodwill, reuse what we can, etc. I am always amazed (judgmental) at my neighbors when I see how much garbage they accumulate in one week and most of them have only two or three people living in their houses. However! For the garbage that we do have, I am always so grateful that I can drag the smelly bag out to the street and say farewell to it. Living in Illinois I don't even feel too terribly bad about the landfill since there seems to be plenty of land to fill. I am also glad that they come to take our leaves away, although a big fall bonfire might be nice.