Recycling
The dream was this: I was visiting grandma on Ivy street. She wasn't looking very good. Getting very old and forgetful. There were so many people at her house and I didn't recognize many of them. It seemed like they were freeloading. Just hanging out and eating her food but not contributing.
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| Grandma and Grandpa at the Ivy Street house |
I remember thinking how dirty it was and I decided to clean up in the kitchen. I started by collecting all the plastic bags, glass bottles and jars, cardboard, and rotten food into piles for recycling. Then I'd haul some of it out to the yard. People would come into the kitchen to criticize my work but never to help.
The cupboards under the counter were packed full of this stuff and when I cleared them out enough I saw through the back of the cupboards into my mother's old room. There was a tiny lady laying on the bed. I didn't care if she was sleeping I step through to the room and left the door open to kitchen.
Then I went and talked to Grandma. She was very upset that I had thrown out her "stuff". I said I was sorry, but I wasn't. I promised myself I'd come by more often to help her keep up.
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| Grandma was very kind and Grandpa was a lot of fun |
I discussed with the people in the house a plan to take my mother's old room and turn it into a big pantry. We would paint it white and put in wide white shelves. Then we could put proper recycling containers onto the shelves and it would be easier for Grandma to sort the trash.
They didn't think it was a good idea.


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