When Jenna was three she had learned what goes into the recycling can and what waste goes into the garbage - something her dad and brothers never seemed to catch onto no matter how many times I tried to spell it out for them. They either just didn't get it, were just too lazy or just didn't care. Often Jenna and I would scold them. It was pretty funny when she was the one who called them on it.
Since we've been in Oregon Roland has improved a great deal. Still not perfect, but much much better at recycling in Oregon than he was in Salt Lake.
In Salt Lake there were few who would actually collect the aluminum cans and physically take them to a recycling and get paid so much per pound. Here, in Oregon, deposits are paid at the time of purchase. In order to get our deposit back, we need to recycle. And we can't crush down cans and bottles the way we did in Salt Lake. The item is deposited into a machine that will read the barcode and tally each bar code read.
The machine then spits out a receipt for the total amount of containers returned. That is then taken to the register of whatever store the machine resides and a deposit is collected - which we should just apply to our next purchase, but somehow we have given Jenna the honors of collecting the cans and water bottles and taking them to the machine and allowing her to keep the money for her part in.
Jenna's got a good head on her shoulders. When she is not making money out of recycled products, she is creating. As I have mentioned in several posts, Jenna had a healthy imagination.
The idea behind this creation was to roll paper out as though it were a tongue, and she could tear off the amount needed as one would with tape.