YES! Everyone, it is. I know. I KNOW. You’re excited, I’m excited. I mean, who wouldn’t be excited?
Well, my sister for one. I am trying to decide whether I try to make this week, International Compost Awareness Week (or, as we in the know call it ICAW*) The Week I finally persuade her to compost.
(* Is that a hard “C” or a soft “C”? Is it:
I caw, rather like a crow; or I saw, like, lots of worms in my worm bin and I was happy? Who can help me with this dilemma?)
I’ve tried, rather half-heartedly. I said, “Hey! You should compost that!” (“that” being a huge container of coffee grinds; they have a fancy coffee machine, see, and drink lots of coffees). I’ve also said, “You really should compost, you know. It’s easy. And the dirt in your garden would be happier if you composted.”
Nah, she says. Too hard. Too dirty. Too smelly.
I’ve also said, “Hey! You should have a garage sale. Even if you priced everything at $1 each, you’d make a killing!” She has a double garage and an accumulation of Stuff, some of it, admittedly, mine. It’s all in good nick, just collecting dust in her enormous garage. This has very little to do with composting except, I’ve suddenly had An Idea.
Her reply to my awesome garage sale idea was to say, “If you want to do it, you can even keep the money.”
Maybe I will.
And then I will buy her a compost bin.
And then she will compost.
*** Q. E. D. ***
Okay, there are a raft of problems with my plan. And it’s not as if she or I are short of money with which we could buy a compost bin in the near future but maybe, if I encourage her with the clearing out of her garage, there will be Guilt attached to the bin because I bought it with my hard work selling her (and probably my) Stuff. Yes! It’s genius, isn’t it?
So, are you composting? If not, why not? Do I have to visit you to come up with a convoluted, barely rational plan to make you?
Don’t make me do that!
Happy International Compost Awareness Week! Give your worms a little party to celebrate! — Well, actually, just leave your worms well enough alone. They’ll be happier with you that way. That’s what my Partner says anyway. Apparently, they don’t like it when I dig around to see how big and how numerous they’ve gotten, and they don’t even like my singing to them! Why ever not?
Me and my worms, we’re going to have the best party to celebrate.
Actually, no one likes my singing. It lacks … tunefulness.
Happy I C A W!