Since living outside of Dave's house, I have no compost pile on site to contribute to but can not bring myself to throw food scraps into the garbage. It feels as dirty as using a plastic bag at the grocery store, or receiving a Styrofoam coffee cup.
I found a compromise in my new spot in Kaimuki! Across the street is the NEW most elaborate front yard farm I have ever seen, and I approached Keoki assuming he had a compost pile (don't these pictures scream "I obviously have a compost pile")
I found a compromise in my new spot in Kaimuki! Across the street is the NEW most elaborate front yard farm I have ever seen, and I approached Keoki assuming he had a compost pile (don't these pictures scream "I obviously have a compost pile")
Feeling like a complete weirdo, I offered him my food scraps for it. He accepted, but in a really un-expressive way that did not diminish my fear of appearing like I was saying "Hi, I just moved in, can I leave my smelly garbage on your lawn next to your beautiful garden?".
But that subsided when I started receiving bananas and grapefruit with the returned container, along with notes on my car with smiley faces.
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But that subsided when I started receiving bananas and grapefruit with the returned container, along with notes on my car with smiley faces.
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Carlos wont let me keep the compost in the kitchen anymore, even after I wrapped it in newspaper and wrote "I care about your feelings xooxox" to hide the visual.