If you are like me, I am more of the type of person to wear you down over time. I don’t give up easy. But there are things DW has refused to consider and I’ve learned that modeling the behavior is the best way. After all, these are my convictions, not hers. I try to give her space to be different even if it means she’s not the frugal, simple, minimalistic partner my current fantasy alledges. Truth is for most of our married life, she held us together managing finances, running the logistics of a five person household.
Now to aluminum. At an average price of 30-35 cents a pound, and a pound made up of about 33 cans you see that collecting cans is about as fruitful as picking up a lost penny. Every can represents about a penny. My household might go through one or two cans per day. If I saved a years worth and took it to the metal recycle place, I’d probably realize a return of maybe 30 pounds of cans....$10. That’s a rough guess. At best, I’d be stopping throwing about a dollar a month away.
That’s why I don’t recycle aluminum cans anymore. And here’s the kicker, the recycle place is loaded with sharp objects, nails and glass which puncture tires. A puncture tire could easily cost a couple years effort to pay for a plug.