Saving the world — While lowering the risk of Bubonic Plague

compostbinThis morning I ran out to get one of these compost bins up near Griffith Park.  They sell them once a month for $20 and they’re made with loads of recycled stuff, both of which make for a good deal.  If you don’t live in L.A., check if your Bureau of Sanitation offers any kind of subsidized compost bins.

They also offer free compost, which is great if you have a raised bed or something to fill.  We may tap that later…

We’ve been composting for about 20 years thanks to my husband, who knew far more about it than I did when we bought our house.  (The first time I saw the finished compost, I asked him why he added dirt.  For those of you who cannot play a banjo yet, the dirt is the compost when it’s finished.  It’s very nutrient dense too.)

Even so, I have a new little brochure that taught me a few new things: Continue reading

Revisiting the Past

trophymanJust before our child was born, we converted our garage into an office and shoved all that remained in the garage into a shed during the conversion.  Much was thrown away, but much remained.

Unearthing our childhoods was both painful and revealing, with a little pinch of hilarious nostalgia.  But if clutter represents indecision, and I think it does, we have been indecisive about some interesting things in our lives.

I love this tiny man-statue from a spelling bee.  It was a big deal when I was kid.  I dressed up and wore my favorite gaucho pants!  I loved the denim notebook I had very carefully logoed with Ramones, Kiss and the like.  (I photographed it and then tossed it.  There’s love, and there’s insanity, and the wisdom to know the difference when deciding to keep stuff).  I photographed other trophies and the like, then got rid of them. Continue reading