My Closest thing to a paranormal experince is when I was living in Santa Monica and a member of the Skeptics society. Some amatuer ghots hunters were gonna do a midnight stay in a “haunted house” and one of them knew me from D&D, so i was invited as their token skeptic.
Old abandoned houses in the middle of the night are creepy & spooky There are weird noises and odd drafts. So, I completely understand why some people say “haunted”. We all agreed nothing solidly paranormal or ghostly occured, but when they said they were creeped out at times, i could not gainsay them. So their report said “unproven”, and I really couldnt argue with that. They tore the place down soon after- Santa Monica real estate is priceless. (it was just outside the city, but still).
I’ve had a number of experiences that have been off and not easily explained. I don’t want to recount all of them as they are just that…unexplained.
The house I grew up in was particularly “mischievous”. Couldn’t wait to get out when I was old enough and couldn’t wait to sell it when everyone was gone.
Finally sold it several years ago after fixing a number of significant issues. Totally forgot about all of the unexplained occurrences.
The young woman I sold it too called me one day awhile before the closing and seemed a bit concerned. I thought - now what?
I mean I replaced a rather expensive bit of plumbing, put a new roof on, etc.
She said her 3/4 year old kept complaining about a man sitting his bedroom.
Apparently it had happened a number of times. She was reluctant to discuss it and I steered her towards the childhood imagination theory but secretly wandered if the whole deal was going to go sour because of whatever was going on in the house.
I did not mention anything about my family’s experiences in that place.
Thankfully after a few months it stopped and it all worked out.
I’ve had probably half a dozen experiences that might count. But none of them was anything like “I saw a ghost!” or “Things are making noises and throwing stuff around!” so I don’t know whether any of them do count.
One of the oddest unexplainable situations that I recall happened to me back in the early 1990s at Marye’s Heights in Fredericksburg, Md. This was the location of a significant Civil War battlefield and I was taking my father and young son around Virginia on a multiple site trip.
I was alone at the top of a hill in the cemetery at the end of the day and started walking down to meet my family.
Suddenly I inexplicably felt like I was walking in slippery mud. Rivers of it. Very slippery to the point I was thoroughly in a snit about possibly ruining my shoes.
It was so incongruent with the gravel path I was walking on. I could clearly see and hear the gravel but felt the mud.
It was dry as bone and no mud in sight.
I stopped several times, took my sneakers off for inspection, stared at the gravel but kept walking carefully as I felt I might fall.
I was perplexed but soldiered on through the trip and the thought of something paranormal never even entered my brain until weeks later. Too busy to be distracted at the time I guess.
I live in a mixed suburban/rural area depending on which way you go from my place. I put that I feel safe all the time and that’s true. A more complete answer is that some of the roads are probably not safe to walk on due to visibility and lack of sidewalks
Basically this. I like the cardboard egg carton. One of the brands of eggs i like comes in an awkward plastic carton. So i move the eggs into an old cardboard carton.
If i have more cardboard cartons than i will use, i drop them off at a farm that will reuse them. Plastic ones get tossed in the recycling bin.
But whatever, the eggshells go in the compost bucket.
I just voted on the eggshell question and it appears I’m the only one to put them in the carton(which is cardboard by the way) When eggs are used up the carton goes in the trash.
It’s been a long time since I lived anywhere were eggs or cardboard went into the trash. Without judgement, is it that you don’t have curbside recycling / composting, or just don’t do it? (Edit: probably better as a poll question. Making.)
I’m sorry to say I just don’t do it. There is a recycling bin for my building, but to seperate the shells and the carton would require something to take out the shells in.
I put the shells in the same bin i put all the other compostables in. And before my husband started composting them, i put them in the disposal in the sink. I’ve been separating food scraps from “clean” trash forever. That the egg cartons can be reused is newer than keeping them clean.
Compostables aren’t picked up here; but I compost them. And yes the eggshells go in the compost.
(There is one small private company that I think can be hired to take your compost, separate from whoever you hire to take your trash if you don’t schlep it to the transfer station yourself, which is an option. But I’d rather compost it here. If I lived in an apartment, I’d probably decide that differently.)
There’s a company some of my friends use that picks up compost, and it’s expanding to my town. The advantage of them over the pile in my backyard is that they can take meat, etc. The advantage of the pile in my backyard is that it’s free and right there. I expect to stick with the backyard.
That pile is mostly dead leaves. Before my husband started putting the compost there, i called it the mulch pile and it pretty much only had the leaves i rake in the fall, and got taller every year. Since he’s started composting, it shrinks back down all summer, and really hasn’t grown since then. So the composting also helps dispose of the leaves.
Sadly, the compost isn’t very good for growing stuff in, because it never gets hot enough to kill pathogens. But hey, i have a lot of happy earthworms and it seems like a low-impact way to dispose of a lot of organic waste.
In cities where I’ve lived, whatever is picked up is by contract with a private company. Sometimes there’s a choice of vendors. Trash, recycling, and compost options for at least 25 years.
When I crack the eggs I put the shells in the egg box. When I’m done cracking eggs and have a moment, I carry the egg box over to the food waste bin and transfer the shells to it.
As for collection, food waste is collected weekly but I also have an actual compost bin in my garden for fruit and veg peels, lawn clippings etc. But the rest of the food waste gets picked up and goes into some massive digester somewhere.
Our town makes it easy to compost. They handed out little buckets to put on your kitchen counter. We line ours with a compostable bag and when it’s full gets tied off and dropped into our green waste bin that gets picked up curbside every week. All kitchen waste is accepted, including shells and bones and other aminal protien scraps.
It remains to be seen if this scheme will acheive any of it’s goals of reducing organic material going to the landfill or reducing methane emissions, but it’s easy enough to participate.