Exercise: You gotta love it. My favorite form of exercise is walking. As a Stonyfielder, I am very familiar with our office grounds from strolling around the building during my breaks. Now, you’d think taking the same walk every day around the same building would get boring. Even I sometimes sigh on my way out the door. How exciting can the same view every single day be? But almost every day, I see something new.
So there I was at the mall one day with my kids, eating lunch at the food court after a heavy morning of back-to-school shopping. It was time to clean up, and my friend’s young daughter proudly grabbed her tray and announced, “I can help!” Quick like a bunny (she loves to help), she swept everyone’s trash onto her tray, marched over to the trash cans, and dumped the tray’s contents… into the recycling can. Oops – it happened so fast! I experienced a quick moment of panic while I made sure my credit card didn’t wind up in there – whew! And then, a fleeting moment of guilt. I knew everything recyclable could go in there (it says “commingled”), but there were definitely a few things on that tray that probably should have gone into the “trash” can. The napkins with pizza sauce on them, the unused ketchup packets, that baby sock with the hole in it that I found at the bottom of the stroller. Oh well. I couldn’t be the only one that accidentally chucked a few trash items in there today.