It's Not Easy Being Green

I used disposable diapers.

Eventually I came across some more easily biodegradable disposables, but still...

There. I've confessed. Okay, so Mac was born almost 23 years ago, but I still feel the need to air that dirty not-laundry. Lucky you, eh?

Out of my new mommy guilt, in so many other ways I was a green earth mom (breastfeeding being the biggie), I decided to see if I could offset the horrific affront I was making to this environment. So I started some research.

Greenpeace? No way, you think they're militant now? (They are!) But they were militant then too, bordering on near murderous acts. Read about them, they go way beyond ethical when they make an effort to save a whale.

Anti-nukes, yep, got involved in that too, but soon that problem was taken care of (for the time being) by our established government. Supposedly the Arms Race was called off.

So what's a young mama to do?

I recycled.

Like a fiend.

The effort in the town I lived it at the time was grassroots, and I jumped on that bandwagon, or truly, recycling wagon. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say, after two decades of green--

if it can be made into something new, even if I'm far from home, I'm hard-pressed to throw whatever it is into the trash.

When my friends met Brad, they asked him, "You do recycle don't you?" His response, "I guess I do now!" And he does (it's catching!)

So...

My latest effort, one I've been wrangling with for over a year now is reusable shopping bags. I used to bag my newspapers in paper bags, thus recylcing them, but now hardly any stores offer than option. (Remember "paper or plastic?") I was recycling the plastic ones by returning them to the store, but then I learned they are often shipped halfway around the world to be processed. I wondered, does the fossil fuel for said shipping counteract the fossil fuel saved by reworking the bags?

I switched to reusable bags.

More wondering, do I need a matching bag for each store? At Jewel they don't care if they throw things in Dominick's bags, but at Dominick's they once gave Brad more Dominick's bags so they didn't have to use Jewel bags. (Hm, they're both union run stores with workers making a living wage, I mean it's not like he offered them a Wal-Mart bag...but I digress.)

The hard part is remembering to put them in the car when I'm heading to out to shop.

The harder part is remembering to bring them into the store.

But I'm getting there.

And they are not wind proof.

Further evidence of my wanting zealousness comes in a story from the first time I used them. Yes, I remembered to put them in the car before driving to the store. Yes, I remembered to bring them from the car to the store. Then as I was walking into the store a car honked at me. The driver pulled along side me, rolled down her window and called out, "You dropped a bag!" Said bag quickly started to blow away, so I ran after it and stomped on it.

Got that one.

Then I saw another dropped bag (how did I do that?) skitter under a huge van. I ran to the other side to catch it. I mean, I couldn't litter with a bag meant to save the environment, right? It didn't come out the other side.

I got down on my hands and knees to look for it.

The bag was seemingly stuck under the van, twisted somehow to the front tire. I couldn't just leave it there. One it would be littering, and two, what if the lovely anonymous driver unknowingly drove off with a canvas bag wrapped around his wheel and got into a horrible accident?

I had to decide, should I try to crawl under the van and grab it or wait for the van's owner to come out? Whilst mulling this over, another swift breeze picked up, and I caught the bag, not literally but out of the corner of my eye, dislodged by the wind and billowing away from the van and toward Payless. I ran after it, dodging traffic and all the while holding onto (I hoped) my other half dozen bags. Finally, past Payless and in front of Hallmark, the wind halted, and I was able to stomp my foot a few times, finally capturing the bag's handles with my heel. I would have captured it with my first stomp had I not been so winded from laughing at myself.

Ellie breathlessly saves the world!

Sort of.