2016-01-20 Wed

Second Use For Everything (SUFE)

Continuing the series based on Toronto City Councilís new release of its ecology calendar, which has so many holes that it should be renamed the ecology colander

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Another waste of resources.

I phoned the 311 number once to report an Overflowing Bin.

After some ten or fifteen minutes on the phone I wished Iíd done nothing.

The chap at the other end had to take my details and (I swear!) hand-write them onto a form for submission. Date, time of report (when I phoned 311); date/time when I witnessed the overflowing bin (could be different from the time of the phone call), Name, Rank, Serial Number, Home Address, Address of the Overflowing Bin. Did I want them to contact me confirming the report? Did I want them to contact me when the bin had been emptied? Would I like fries with that.

It went on and on, and the only reason I didnít hang up was that Iíd already handed out my phone number and I feared that the chap would call me back and throw a six to start again at square one.

Second Use For Everything (SUFE)

Rio-the-cat is visiting me. Fred-the-forgetful forgot to bring the bag of kitty-litter and the scooping shovel. He brought the kitty-litter tray.


I made do yesterday afternoon by dumping some soil from one of my potting-soil sacks (SUFE!) into the kitty-litter tray. I planned to collect a bag of litter from the supermarket on my way home last night, but took the wrong train and walked home from Queens Park subway station instead of College subway station (where is the supermarket).

So I shrugged and felt it more important to be home early on Rioís first day here.

This morning I wonder: Why not just go on using the soil? Itís a natural for a cat.

I can scoot across the street and buy a slotted scooper and sieve out any lumps of faeces; also any clumps of undigested shredded paper, chestnut shells, bones and so on and drop all those solids into my deep vermicomposter bin.

I do not raise vegetables from my composted soil, only house-plants.

Every two or three days I can dump the urine-laden soil into a separate bag and replace it with new soil.

My soil has no history of cats, so there should be no danger of disease transmission.

The only downside, as my other friend Cathy points out, is that Rio might enjoy real soil so much that he will elect to continue the practice when he gets home, and turn all of Fredís houseplants into a toilet chain.

But that will be Fred-the-forgetfulís problem.

Hah hah!