This would be our actual weekly bag of garbage, which I am proud to say is no small potatoes for a family of four. But it's also due to the fact that the city of Oakland equips each residence with more ample compost and recycling containers. The garbage receptacle is the smallest of the lot. While I do deduct a sneaky tactic to get us all on board, I've been composting/recycling for just about forever. In fact my mother made us wash aluminum foil in the 70s, much to my then shame. (It was not disimilar to my older siblings insist I listen to Procul Harem instead of the trendy Partridge Family popular with my peers.) From radio underground to garbage mainstream, I seem to have somehow traveled from these past decades. Especially strange considering how my neighbor stuffs her garbage bin to overflowing, often asking to partake of our underused bin--while recycling and composting nada. They are a foursome too. Sad to say, but who am I to tell her otherwise? Preferring a good relationship, I remain silently judgmental. I guess we cannot all evolve.