Day 125/365 It’s time to go, newspapers

 

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.