Waste Not, Want Not. Or. . .

How Come Dad is so Weird and Cheap?

I am a constant source of amazement to my children in regards to my spending habits and the lengths to which I will scrounge, save, recycle and reuse. What surprises me more is that they are still amazed after living with me as long as they have.

This past weekend one of our children's friends TP'd our house. It was quite a sight. We have suspicions about which friends did the deed.





What some would see as a great pain in the behind, I see as a opportunity falling from the sky.




So after not very much time I had a pile of usable TP that awaited a new task. The pile was actually what resembled about 14 + rolls.



After that Maureen and I were off to the Farmer's Market and other tasks in Visalia. When we returned we found the rest of the TP cleaned up by Annie.



I can see the wheels turning wondering how long I would have to spend re-rolling this pile into usable rolls. I found another way to reuse (clean) TP.




TP will compost in short order. So the TP was taken across the street to Joyce's Garden, our Suburban Sharecropper plot, for composting. While there I found two more example of recycling and reusing. Maureen started these wine bottle gardens last year and we have expanded them this year.



They are the rounded ends to our beds and are for herbs and other small plants. You should see one at the top end of this one bed and another part of one across the walkway. It is a great way to relive our wine habit and look at the bottle art. Here is a picture with four of the wine bottle beds, Maureen and Pecan the cat.



We have to admit some bottles weather better than others. Paper labels come off at different rates, but some of the best also happen to be our favorite wines.





The last recycling project across the street is a bit of a stretch, but brings a new location to an old thing. Sort of geographical recycling.



Pecan, on of our cats, has decided to move across the street and has moved into the garden. I think she gets more attention here in the garden. She is called Pecan as she used to live near the pecan tree in our yard.