On Tuesday I got on my bike and rode to work. I couldn't help but let one eye linger on the recycling bins set out on 45th Street and on Locust, and I nearly swerved into oncoming traffic when I noticed that the crappy (no, really - below the usual level of quality we expect from the bullet-proof-glass Chinese takeout places) Chinese takeout place on Locust had set out a stack of buckets.
I pulled onto the sidewalk, grabbed the buckets, and walked them and my bike back to my place to stash them in the apartment. Now they're in G's basement, awaiting a quick cleaning (some solids at outside cold air temps revealed themselves to be liquids at room temp).
What do I obsess over now that I have nearly enough buckets?
The Year I Gave Up the Garden: This is the year I try the simple life. I resolve to cook less, embrace convenience, and do my best to give up gardening.
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