I guess that “green week” on NBC affected me a little — I took those fluorescent bulbs that DWP sent me months ago out of the closet, and I put them into a couple of the lamps in my apartment.  Then I left a bag out on the living room floor and started throwing newspapers and paper and soda bottles and other recyclables in there, and I looked up a recycling center in Santa Monica that I could drop the stuff off at.  I haven’t recycled since I broke up with The Girlfriend because I don’t have any recycling bins here at my place, I just have a dumpster in back, and she had recycling bins at her place so it was easy for me to put the stuff together and just drop it off there.  I figure that it starts somewhere, and if I say that it’s too much trouble and someone else says it’s too much trouble to recycle, then that’s two people who aren’t doing anything, so the least I can do is at least a small effort to try and, well, make the effort.  Mom and Dad are lucky enough to have recycling bins in their development, and even then, some people don’t make the effort to bring their recyclables to the center.  I don’t think there’s much of an excuse there — if it’s relatively easy for you to do it, if the bins are pretty easily accessible, then there’s no reason why you shouldn’t.

So I made the decision to try and make the effort.  And then, of course, Mom had to go and throw the whole thing into disarray by asking me, “So what about your carbon footprint from driving to and from the recycling center to make that effort?”