Saturday, June 5, 2010
If you scratch Jeny, she bleeds green. She is conscious of her family’s carbon footprint on the planet at all times. She composts, plants a garden, recycles everything—glass, plastics, paper, clothes, toys, books. The family uses cloth napkins, one for each family member for three days, instead of stacks of paper ones.
We have been doing many of the same things for a long time, but Jeny always seems to be ahead of the curve. Just when I think I am doing pretty well, she will mention something that has yet to occur to me, or something I have thought about, but which has seemed too much trouble so far.
Both Jeny and I switched from plastic to canvas grocery bags long ago—with her leading the way. Tom and I bought a number of Publix bags and were off and running. For the longest time we had the bags, but would forget and leave them at home--in the house or in the garage--and be forced to use plastic again. Finally we got in the habit of taking them back out to the car as soon as we emptied the trunk and put up the groceries. We felt really good about that. Problem was, we keep misplacing them. We would leave one at
Finlay Park when we went to feed the homeless on Sunday, or another at at the church conference, or wherever…… Penn Center
I was complaining to Jeny one day about how much I was spending on replacing canvas bags because of our carelessness. “Mom, really! Are you buying canvas bags? There’s another whole way for you to think green!” Well, that was sure beyond me. What more could we do? I was not quite willing to put the groceries into the car one by one without using a bag at all.
“Go to the middle bedroom and look in your closet”, she said. What was that all about, I thought? Clueless, I marched in and took a look. There they were shoved up on the corner shelf. The stack of empty, canvas bags I had collected from conferences, recently, and over the years. C-Span, Trial Lawyers, The Democratic Party, Palmetto Health, Interfaith Alliance, Pro-Law, and, the most recent one from just two weeks ago, Robert Ford for Governor. All colors, all shapes, all sizes. Waiting to be recycled. Waiting to be filled with groceries.
Why hadn’t I thought of that? Another lesson from my daughter.