|Mama’s self-portrait after a long, long day|
I truly hope that this article doesn’t rip the fabric of space-time or anything, since it’s not about gardening, vegetables, or recipes. But after reading my friend’s article in which she mentions eco-guilt, I wanted to share my personal “issues” with going green.
I try hard, and possibly do more than most. When’s the last time you darned a sock? But the nagging feeling always persists that I could do more. This could be because I’m a recovering Catholic…we seem to have guilt steeped into our every pore.
While I don’t wish guilt on anyone, I’m sharing these thoughts to see if any of you have the same mental arguments.
Jackjack rips holes in the knees of his jeans. I cut them off and make shorts (which is good!) but I don’t do anything with the leftover pieces. There are a million things I could do with them (sew cat/dog toys, quilt them into a pillow, etc) but instead they sit in my fabric box until I get irritated and throw them out.
After a discussion with advanced-eco friends, I’ve decided to replace our current dishes with Fiesta Ware. It’s made in the U.S. without lead and is microwave and dishwasher safe. Now—what do I do with the old plates? Since I feel they’re unsafe for my family, I shouldn’t donate them. There’s certainly a special ring of hell for those who poison the less fortunate. But I don’t want to add them to a landfill either.
There are four boxes of books in the garage that need to go. But I can’t bear to bring them to a used bookstore, because there ought to be somplace that I can donate them.
We’re replacing the carpet in the living room and office with wood floors. I don’t want to dump the used carpet, but how on earth do you recycle it? I can use a few strips between the raised beds in the garden…
So am I the only crazy one here? (I realize that is a distinct possibility.)
What would you do? Share with us in the comments!