Yesterday, while already feeling slightly nauseated, I woke up at 5am to help my mom place multiple items curbside. These items were neither trash nor recycling but ones for donation. Cups and dishes packed carefully, children's books stacked neatly, pictures, electronics and fabrics all placed outside and carefully covered with a tarp to be protected from the rain. As I dozed back to sleep in my semi-conscious state I felt good about donating so many things that would be put to good use. Then a few hours later I heard my dog whining, and my mother whining and then the worst noise of the morning *bang**crush**crash**. Despite our best efforts to cover and protect the valuable items for donation, disregarding the sign specifically placed and protected in a Ziploc bag for the donation truck, our items had been picked up by the recycling! Half of the items aren't recyclable, none of them were packaged properly and worst of all my ideals of donating had literally gone in the trash. So I went back to sleep, nothing could be done, and hoped the recycling people didn't make this same mistake throughout our town. Next time I'll schedule a pick-up.
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