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I am a Capaholic..a Threaded One

Updated on August 19, 2012
Treasures of a Capaholic
Treasures of a Capaholic

I am coming out of the recycling bin...I am a plastic Capaholic! I am a picky Capaholic mind you, the caps have to have threads to screw on and off containers!

It all started with a program at our local YMCA. Plastic caps were being collected to reduce the cost of kidney dialysis treatments for a gentleman who lived in our neighborhood.

I started out small with a plastic pink bowl perched on my counter in the kitchen. Every time I heard the Ker plunk sound as I deposited a cap in the bowl a shiver of excitement ran through my spine and this ear to ear smile would magically appear across my face.

The next day at work in the hospital as I was pouring juice for one of my patient my eyes started to gleam at the thought of collecting the juice caps from work to help fill my little pink bowl sitting on the kitchen counter. Night after night I would dutifully fill my scrub pockets with the washed caps eager to get home to hear the Ker plunk as I deposited them in the pink bowl.

The thought of plastic caps and how to get more started to take up valuable real estate space in my head until one Tuesday night as I was walking Bella I spotted my neighbor’s recycling bin…Eureka I thought!

I devised a plan to walk my neighborhood every Tuesday night looking for caps in all my neighbors recycling bins. After all it was dark and no one would spot me going through their trash! I would follow my Tuesday night walk with an early Wednesday morning stroll to capture all the recycling bins that were put out at a later time. We had to be out and about, walking early enough to beat the sound of the growling trash trucks arrival. A perfect plan in motion I thought to myself.

The first Tuesday night’s effort proved to be successful until I discovered that by the time I got home my bag was empty of all the caps I had collected. I was so bummed, turned out the bag had a hole in it! Early the next morning with Bella in tow the two of us started our hunt for caps again. As we were walking down the street I noticed a trail of caps on the road. Oh my gosh I thought to myself, the lost treasure of last night’s haul I get to reclaim, as I picked each one up!

Week after week Bella and I journeyed through the neighborhood collecting caps of all different shapes and sizes filling small bags at first and then moving to a larger container.

My excitement started to grow as the colors of my cap collection started to look like a blooming rainbow. Pinks, blues, a rare occasional brown one from chocolate milk and the covetable red medium size caps from peanut butter jars that set my heart a pitter, patter with excitement! The ear to ear smile on my face now replaced with a giggle with each new discovery!

By now Bella to my amazement had our routine down pat! She would casually walk in front of me from one recycling bin to the next always pausing at each one watching me eagerly with big brown eyes that seem to say, “hurry on up”. We had it all, each other, fresh air, exercise and plastic caps galore! Who could be happier at energy gifted to such a worthy cause while having so much fun!

Every tale has an ending and mine is no exception. In preparation for this submission I decided to do a little research by calling the YMCA for some details of the plastic cap program. I wanted to spread the news of a good deed that I was having so much fun with in hopes that maybe other townspeople could get in on the giggle I was experiencing! To my surprise other than knowing that a woman picks up the caps every week to help defray the cost of her husband’s dialysis treatments it appeared the “Y” lacked the details of the program itself I was looking for.

Having the instincts of a natural detective I decided to go searching on the Internet for information about these little plastic caps I had been collecting with so much passion. I wanted to know their fate after I had lovingly turned them over to the “Y”. What was their life to be, sold, melted, reused…they surely must have purpose and value if to be used as a bartering chip for dialysis.

Well folks, the sad truth be told it is all a hoax. Plastic caps of all sizes and shapes have no value in life other than to seal a container so it’s contents doesn't spill out. I am deflated tonight to learn the truth. I have scoured the Internet reading article after article and the word “HOAX” keeps flashing before my eyes.

Looking into the future I know my Tuesday nights, and Wednesday mornings will never be the same. I don’t know if I can walk by a recycling bin again without stopping to look for a colored cap! I think I am kind of hooked! It is going to be weird to not have a plastic cap rainbow blooming in my possession and poor Bella who is used to stopping at each driveway is going to be confused as to why our routine is going to change.

As I put a cork in my story I still have one “GINORMOUS” question dancing in my head. What in the world is this lady doing with all the caps she is retrieving from the “Y” that we have entrusted to her? Ah, this a question to answer in another tale somewhere in the future I dare say, so stay tuned in!

So this is how I came to be a Capaholic, who hopefully soon will be a Reformed Capaholic!

For now I will admit that all those plastic caps in the colors of the rainbow made my cheeks sore from so much giggling….it was surely a blast while it lasted not only for me, but Bella too I am sure!


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      Priscill Anne Alvik 5 years ago from Schaumburg, IL

      VirginiaLynne thank you so much for the use information. We have a children's hand's on museum in one on the near by towns, they also use plastic caps for art projects for the children.

      They really llok so pretty when all the colors are mixed together...I am glad they are being put to use somewhere.

      Thank you again for the information and popping on in! xo

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      Virginia Kearney 5 years ago from United States

      Actually, I was just at the Austin Children's Museum yesterday and saw a book which was all about using plastic caps to make murals, garden decorations and other mosaic art. They had some of this put on fiberglass and hung in the window of the museum. You might want to look up the book on Amazon and add it to the hub.

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      Priscill Anne Alvik 5 years ago from Schaumburg, IL

      We have a lot in common Enlydia! I found myself going to my box of colorful buttons for comfort today. I so love the simple things in life..the colorful plastic caps really did bring much joy to my life! I am glad you enjoyed my tale..thank you so much for the compliment!!

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      Enlydia Listener 5 years ago from trailer in the country

      This was funny, brilliant...It sounds like something I would do...I saved numerous caps today.

      Maybe your caps make you a cap-itan. Blessings and thanks for sharing.

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      Priscill Anne Alvik 5 years ago from Schaumburg, IL

      Oh!!! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my submission Missy L!

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      Priscill Anne Alvik 5 years ago from Schaumburg, IL

      No they are not recycleable...they gunk-up the machines!!

      I am in trouble..I gave up chocolate for Lent, now the plastic caps in a pretty rainbow of colors are gone too...I better go foundle my buttons before I start going over-board in the sex department to relieve the stress. Hmmmm...I wonder if anyone could really ever go over-board on sex...naugh!

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      Karen Silverman 5 years ago

      The question is - are you still collecting them? If so - there is no hope for you - you are irrevocably addicted! You could join an AA group it couldn't hurt! I need to join one for my 'plucking' habit...lol. As usual - adorable. Hey - they're recycleable, yes?

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      Dennis L. Page 5 years ago from New York/Pennsylvania border

      Oh no...you are a cap enabler. I think you need a meeting. LOL

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      Priscill Anne Alvik 5 years ago from Schaumburg, IL

      Why thank you Mr. D! I was wondering the same thing, maybe all our efforts are turning into art in some fashion, or this mysterious woman has found some creative way to recycle and/or market these caps into a useful product. OMGosh...she could be a closet Capaholic too, sitting on mounds of colorful plastic caps in her home... and I all this time have been supporting her habit...YIKES! SO much fun!!! xo

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      Dennis L. Page 5 years ago from New York/Pennsylvania border

      Well Ms. P, at least your heart was in the right place in your endless quest of plastic caps. Maybe the lady at the "Y" is doing "CAPART"...if there is such a thing. In the meantime, when you and Bella go for a stroll you two might consider it more along the lines of just window shopping, without buying anything. Voted up and funny!