Friday, March 16, 2007

Environmentally Sound

I'd successfully avoided watching An Inconvenient Truth until this week, when I caught it on HBO. Well, I can't say I was consciously avoiding it, but after Super Size Me negatively impacted my guiltless cheeseburger consumption, I didn't want to be too hasty. Global warming is an awful concept with awful consequences, but everything causing it sure is some comfy cozy shit.

But I digress. I watched it, and aside from wondering where the Al Gore in the documentary was during his campaign against Dubya (was his body being occupied by a pod being back then? Did he recover from a Stepford like malady? These are difficult questions which must be addressed), I was compelled to take notice of how green - or not green - my family was being after all.

After a bit of research (research = lazily asking friends what they're doing to avoid catastophic glaciar melting) I concluded that by default, we are pretty green already. We recycle, combine errands for less car trips, and even use those funky swirly lightbulbs which use less energy. There are definetely improvements to be made (my husband and I currently take two cars to work, even though to get to his job, he has to drive right by mine. Bad. Bad, bad, bad). But there are some things we're doing which I believe go above and beyond the environmental checklist.

For instance, take my son. He routinely falls asleep in whatever clothing he happens to be wearing when bedtime rolls around. This is not exactly hygenically sound, or comfortable, but I'm sure it saves gallons of water at laundry time. How selfish of the rest of us to want to wear clean pajamas. We should all be looking to the children for inspiration, it seems.

Since running the dishwasher means it will eventually need to be emptied, he also avoids that as much as possible, stuffing dishes into every nook and cranny of the dishwasher - the fact that glass is fragile be damned. Again, what a steward of the earth. I am very proud.

As for that terrible habit of placing the world's most biodegradeable substance - poop - into plastic bags, rendering it the longevity of stars and Twinkies, my family ranks pretty high there, too. We carry plastic bags on dog walks, but we go an awful long time between poop clean ups in the yard. I'm sure a few have fossilized from time to time. I submit that our habit of conducting yard poop patrol only every so often is a significant contribution to life on our planet.

The fact that I waited until the bed began to protest and tried to strip itself before removing my son's bedsheets to wash them - again: saving water. That is my official story.

Lest you thing we're completely disgusting, rest assured that we are fairly clean people. We go to bed with a tidy kitchen and offer strong financial support to the company that manufacturers those swiffer things. Our house is more or less casual company ready at any given moment. But I won't go into our Lysol and Febreeze habits, because that would negatively impact my desire to feel like I'm accomplishing something. Our house is a bit too near the Chesapeake Bay for sea levels to rise twenty feet because glaciers are melting. It would be entirely unfair, especially considering I haven't used aerosel hair spray in years. My flyaway hair cannot be in vain.

So there you go. We're trying. As Kermit told us all a long time ago: It's not easy being green.

1 comment:

laura said...

Well, recycling is more than 30 out of 35 households on our street do. Apparently people in the 'dorf are too concerned with the environment....