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Saturday, March 17, 2018
Take a Peek Inside
You know how it is when you are
in an appliance showroom, you open the classy refrigerators and admire their gleaming
pristine interiors?You can’t help it right? Well, I can’t.
I looked at my
that same way this morning—clean white
interior—all surfaces scrubbed. But then the kitchen behind me looked as though a tornado had dropped its payload on the counter tops.
Oh yes, I’m embarrassed to tell you I
threw away a great amount of plastic—I didn’t know what else to do with it. Eugene
is not taking recyclable plastic right now. Threw it AWAY? There is NO AWAY, there is only out of my house and into landfills, and the oceans. CRAP.
When we lived in Hawaii, Ithought
all garbage should go into the volcano. Wouldn’t that take care of plastic?
Turn it into rocks?
refrigerators on the brain, and right now, plastics too. I’ve written
about refrigerators before, please forgive me for writing about them again, but
living without one for six-months made me sensitive to having one or not having
(I love having one.)
When you have
refrigerator stuffins’ spread all over the kitchen, you must clean it up.
Although we didn’t
have a refrigerator in Hawaii for a time, we did have an ice chest. Six months
into our stay we bought a refrigerator, but then, we didn’t have enough solar
power to run it.
We used the
freezer compartment of the refrigerator, though, by buying ice and using that
small space for essentials—like half and half for coffee, and butter for eggs
and bread, and burrito makins’. (Fruit was out there on the trees, waiting to
be picked.) The larger, main compartment of the refrigerator held our bottled water.
Fascinating how we can made-do when push comes to shove.
When I was a
kid, we had an ice-box. And—just like the movies—an ice-man carried an enormous
block of ice on his shoulder into the house and placed it into the ice-box. During
the week the ice slowly melted, with the water flowing into a pan at the bottom
of the box.Grandma would take out the
pan on a regular basis and throw away the collected water.
And then years
later those old wooden refrigerators became a design item.
But back then
we kids on the street would follow the ice truck, and the ice-man would give us
shards of ice to suck on.
pleasures, and memorable ones.
suggesting we go back to earlier times, but I am suggesting we appreciate what we’re
got, and to know that we are resourceful people.
And all those
sandwiches I carried to school were wrapped in waxed paper, not plastic. (Have
you ever had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich cratered in the center by the
apple that molded itself into it?)
Of late I have
been using plastic bags instead of paper bags—you know to save the trees, but a
day ago my Grandson reminded me that paper bags are recyclable, and if we throw
the paper onto the ground it will be gone in a day or so. (Especially in wet
Eugene.) "If a fish eats the paper," smart Grandson continued. "He would probably spit it out for it tastes bad,
or if he swallowed it, it wouldn't kill him."
Now, since we,
especially in the US, use plastic bags on a regular basis, great amounts end up
in the ocean choking sea life either with them getting tangled in it or by eating it. I
don’t know why they eat it—some bags resemble jellyfish when floating in the
water, and some sea-life eat jellyfish. Other plastic strips must look like
worms or kelp, and even sand-sized particles of plastic get scooped up by scavengers. Unbeknown to
a Momma albatross, and other sea birds, she feeds these particles to her babies.
Oh dear, I
didn’t mean for this to be a muck-raker—maybe an awareness-upper, for I am
suffering over the plastic issue. I began
with refrigerators which being made largely of plastic, are a good use for
But bags? That’s
ago when two friends and I traveled in Germany we saw that no grocery stores
provided bags. We even placed produce on a scale, weighted it, and the scale spit
out the price on a stamp. We stuck the stamp to the produce, but did not bag the
apples oranges, lettuce or whatever.
brought their own bags, or wheeled their groceries out to the car in their
grocery cart and transferred them into a box in the car’s trunk. At home, they
carried in the box, emptied the groceries , and replaced the box back into the
I came home from
Germany championing the cause of no paper or plastic bags. “Carry your own
twine, cloth, or paper bag,” I said. Then what did I do? I fell into the lazy
zone, and let the grocers bag my groceries.
And even in
Eugene Oregon, who this past year created a ban on plastic bags, I would forget
my bags and buy paper ones. We live just outside Eugene, in Junction City, and
the Grocery here uses plastic bags.
I fell into
But I have
climbed out. Yesterday I filled the car with my cloth bags. (And, of course, we
can reuse paper bags if we have them.)
reading. Hey, I think I should begin selling reusable bags. I need to come up with a clever
design though—maybe quotes, I love quotes. When I came back from Germany, I
tried giving away reusable bags and nobody wanted them.
I was ahead of
bags are being sold all over the place. People are even making grocery bags out
of kitty litter bags and chicken food bags.