tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post1129731357247673140..comments2024-03-28T20:53:49.167-04:00Comments on The Adventures of Roberta X: Trash: A Batch Process, Or What?Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-10283529933693775732018-09-12T22:08:40.396-04:002018-09-12T22:08:40.396-04:00We had a burning barrel. I was just a little kid,...We had a burning barrel. I was just a little kid, about 7years old, and I climbed on top of my mom's China cabinet to get a toy. I tipped the whole down and broke every dish, save one. She picked it up and three it down, breaking that one also. They cleaned it all up, and put it in the barrel. About 1AM, they started hearing explosions from the barrel. The Cabinet has a container of firecrackers in it, and the fire finally got down far enough to set them off! My mom and dad were out in the middle of the night, on the side of the road, in their robes, pouring buckets of water into our burning barrel! It was so funny, they were not even mad.<br />pigpen51https://www.blogger.com/profile/01036907880805485560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-63442281489680371002018-09-12T21:24:25.140-04:002018-09-12T21:24:25.140-04:00My background is much the same as yours. We had to...My background is much the same as yours. We had to make an adjustment when our dog figured out she could retrieve bones (chicken, pork, beef, whatever) once the ash pile cooled (we didn't have a barrel, just a pile out next to where the plowed field started). Her normally golden haired snout came back as black as coal.<br /><br />For her safety (chicken bones and other nasty things in the ash pile) we started collecting bones and stuff that would attract her by smell when burned into a canister and when it filled up took it into town to Grandma's to put into her trash can. (Shhhh1 don't tell the city trash collectors!)RandyGChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16758726126424011542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-73159839688535969802018-09-12T00:59:57.227-04:002018-09-12T00:59:57.227-04:00At the laser mine, the Little Old Ladies are firml...At the laser mine, the Little Old Ladies are firmly committed to a batch process for putting together the littlest bits into bigger bits. As the build progresses, we try to deflect the process into a hybrid, sort of small batch-fill-the-gaps within a larger work order. This feeds into a technoid multi-step calibration process of similar nature, although it's not easy to jump around different stations-we're not all 60 anymore, after all. The overall structure becomes a multi-sided customer-supplier net, trying to make sure everyone has something to work on. Did I mention, I'm a little tired this year. <br />Ritchiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08075903551422300106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-28144030449887242462018-09-11T18:48:11.329-04:002018-09-11T18:48:11.329-04:00I loathed the "once or twice-yearly" tri...I loathed the "once or twice-yearly" trips to the dump to empty the burn barrel.<br />The barrel was heavy, the dump stank, and it would eat up a Saturday. Always without prior warning.<br />But, there was no lawn to mow, although, cutting firewood also ate up a lot of Saturdays. <br />Usually that was expected, since, one could readily observe the woodpile diminishing on a daily basis.<br />We burned about an half-cord of oak every week throughout the winter.<br />I learned a multitude of ways to get a pick-up,stuck up to the hubcaps, out of a mud hole, without four-wheel drive or a winch.<br />A Handi-Man jack is your friend.waepnedmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07114411043832799988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-38275212262089020042018-09-11T11:53:04.541-04:002018-09-11T11:53:04.541-04:00We've got ursine neighbors, so the outdoor whe...We've got ursine neighbors, so the outdoor wheely-bin remains empty until daylight on the day of pickup. <br /><br />I've been trying to implement continuous stream separation of the different recyclable-types that are collected on different weeks, but my spouse (who I note is rarely involved in the last-minute sorting) is resistant to the idea of an additional "tote" in our concrete floored unfinished utility room, as it doesn't fit her vision for the room's decor.Douglas2/Unknownnoreply@blogger.com