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I finally bought a shredder with a realistic capacity. If it didn’t make it hard to vacuum, I’d keep it by the mail slot in the front hall. I don’t use a dishwasher, dryer, microwave, or automobile, but that shredder is high on my “grab it if the house is on fire” list.
The bin is lined with plastic produce bags, and when I work out the fire safety concerns, I might pile them in garbage bags and use them as extra insulation in the attic over the winter. Come spring, if Washington Toxics Coalition says it’s OK, I could much with the leavings.
In the meantime, the fluff recycles with the rest of the paper. It could very well fill a duvet cover and serve as a comforter in a pinch.
There are other shredder-equivalents on the property: a thirty-year evolution of ferocious worms and bacteria chew up kitchen waste in one corner of the garden (two weeks start to finish, even in summer drought), the lawn mower makes short work of garden debris, a rolling knife and self-healing mat allow me quickly to process worn t-shirts into wipers, and I dismantle solid waste into its various components for recycling.
No thing ever truly goes away, but a little consideration transforms a hassle into slick productivity.
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