October 10th, 2007

Roman

I want to recycle cat waste...

So far I can't find a way to recycle cat waste. I assume one could bury it but I don't have an area of dirt suitable. Can it be composted? I have not found an answer. But I found this and thought it worth reprinting:

 
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COVER STORY

How to Recycle Practically Anything

Old Myths are Shattering and New Options Come Online


by Sally Deneen
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Don’t throw away those exercise videos and ubiquitous AOL CDs. Jim Williams wants you to mail old videotapes and CDs to him, so that more than 40 disabled staffers at his ACT Recycling in Columbia, Missouri can recycle them. And, oh, don’t toss out those used Fed-Ex envelopes or broken smoke detectors; their manufacturers take them back for recycling.

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Roman

The fingers are coming back

When I had the piano man, Ferrell, over here to look over the moving situation, he was skeptical that he could get the piano from the living room to the hall. If he couldn't, then it would have to go in the living or dining area, and that would mean it would essentially take over. I had visions and they weren't good ones. It is nice to have a music room but I didn't want a music room instead of a dining room. I wanted both, if possible.

Ferrell told me he had kept an even larger piano, an eight-footer, for a long time. It had belonged to Walt Disney. But he recently sold it to the Carlton Hotel in Atascadero because he just did not have room for it.

He asked me how much I will play this piano. Suggested that I might think about selling it.

As he and his helpers worked it down the hall two days later I thought about this. All this trouble to get this piano in my house and for what? Will it just sit there, taking up space? Will half of my bedroom be devoted to storage?

When I saw it there, though, I just loved looking at it.



It is beautiful. That alone seemed to make it worth while. But then, when all the excitement died away and I was alone in my room I started to play it. My fingers were stiff and arthritic and I didn't remember much, so I just played around with various chords and variations of those chords, making somewhat new-agey music.  I looked around on my shelves and found some music, a theme and variations by Handel, and I played around with it a bit. Still stiff and stumbling. Little by little I started to pull a little feeling out of it, in spite of the stumbling and missed notes.

It wasn't long before I realized that I didn't have to be a top-notch pianist for it to be worth having this in my house. It is enough that I love it and that I love to play it and it makes me happy. Over the past several days I have gravitated back to it several times, have found more music, and I am playing better already, and it's more than I had hoped for.