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  • The transfer station is a Saturday event. Save up all the recycling and load up the car. In my case, it's about 2 cans and a few bits of plastic. But the best part is not the recycling part, although it makes me feel good to care for the earth. Nope, the best part is the SHACK. To the shack, I bring all my stuff that I don't want or need yet still has life left in it. And everyone else does too. I get to rummage in the shack. The rule is that I can't bring anything home unless I drop off something too. Keeps down the clutter. And it has to be something useful, not a thingamabob or a thingamajig, although there is always room for exceptions.

    My best find? You're looking at it. This mug. When I Skype with my partner overseas, I drink my tea from this cup. Why? Because it makes him jealous. He loves all things Native American. And he wants this mug. But he can't have it. So I tell him when he visits, I may, no promises here, but I may let him use it. I can be a terrible tease, but it's so fun.
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