I could write about this every three weeks or so, but how interesting
would that be? Well, sometimes the newspapers are interesting (we get the Boston Globe and the Wall Street Journal every day), but we have to
get rid of them, fascinating or not. A few pages help start the woodstove each
afternoon, but the rest get recycled at the dump. First they pile up on the
kitchen table where they are read each morning, next on the stool in the
mudroom, and finally on the backseat of my husband’s car, the car with the dump
sticker. Off he goes, off they go.
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