Compost Time

This is one week's accumulation of cardboard. My system works very well--pull the stuff out of the garge and dump it in the warm hall to sort.

Then flatten, squish, organize and neatly prep for garbage day.

Sort of like my life. if I were to pop off today, and it isn't in my plans, I would like to be recycled.

My husband was recycled into a very public planter in a very public place.

Personally, I rather like the idea of my mountain-climbing son tossing my ashes off his favorite mountain top.

Trouble is, my mind is still twenty-five and the body certainly is not. I know how people's troubles will work out (hey, we're talking recycling and there are no new problems) and it's harder and harder to look surprised when I'm not.

Anyway, I love the idea of being recycled. Perhaps a teaspoon or two of ashes in my daughter's compost-er and the rest to the mountain top. On the other hand that might put her off her flowers for a day or two.