Tuesday, April 3, 2012

My Garbage Adventure


Clearly my blog follows no predetermined subject from day to day, or week to week, or even month to month.  I generally just blog about what’s on my mind, and occasionally I will create a spin off on a popular topic and so I’ve really got three blogs.  However, it’s been almost two years since I’ve blogged on the other two.  That reminds me that perhaps I should, because lots has happened since and lots is happening on both those topics.  "Down Fifty at 43" was to be a journal of my weight loss, but now the blog title would have to be changed to “Down 60 at 44.”  And the other blog is about "A Nurse and Her Money."

My life has so many different areas and “compartments;” some of which overlap and some of which are distinctly separate from the others.  And when I get to the point where I feel like life isn’t busy or challenging enough, I don’t hesitate to add another dimension.  Obviously a bit of sarcasm there; my life is busy and challenging all the time.  I do, however, keep learning new things, and therefore add to the “compartments” in my life.

My latest thing is an attempt to cut back on the amount of waste my household produces, and I’m not referring to human waste; I’m referring to garbage, the stuff that ends up at the dump.  Anything that cannot be reused, recycled or composted is considered garbage.  I’m not sure where or why this became an issue for me, but I suspect it had something to do with having a few stinky garbage bags in my garage due to a missed garbage day.  One thing led to another while browsing the web and I came across a blog titled "Zero Waste."   Oh, wait, that’s not true!  I was waiting at my doctor’s office and read a magazine article about the woman that writes the blog and then looked up the blog.  She, her husband, and their two children produced only a quart jar of landfill garbage in one year! 

That really intrigued me, and put a bit of a challenge in my mind to see how much we could reduce our garbage output.

Yesterday was garbage day here; I put out two big blue bags of recycling and two grocery store bags of garbage.  Keep in mind that Kevin is still wearing pull-ups for night and that makes up a large portion of our garbage.  He has stated, after his fourth birthday on Friday, that he is a “big boy” and I shall not “buy any more pull-ups” for him.  I wish that were the case!

As for compost material, my sister-in-law’s garden will be a very happy place this coming summer, as I am keeping anything compostable and then bringing it over to her place once every two weeks. 

Now you might be wondering how I have gone about reducing my garbage output…My first step was simply to become conscious of what I was throwing away.  As soon as I became conscious of how much packaging of products I was throwing in the garbage, I began to make changes in the right direction.  Instead of keeping a large garbage can in the kitchen, I now keep a small one by the back door.  Instead of having a small recycling bin in the garage, I have a recycling bag in my big garbage can in the kitchen.  This makes it easier to toss recyclables in their place rather than be lazy and toss it in the garbage.  And, at the same time, I think before throwing anything in the garbage because I have to put forth more effort to get to the garbage can.  Really, it’s just a mind game, but its made a tremendous difference.  As well, I keep a medium size pail on my kitchen counter for compost materials.  Since we eat a lot of fruit and drink a lot of coffee, there is never a shortage of compost material for Luanna’s garden.

More secrets to come in the near future;  athough, I wouldn’t really call them secrets, they are commonly available on the internet.  

Sunday, April 1, 2012

The Enlightenment of Me

Sometimes, out of the wild blue yonder, a realization strikes you, and changes your perspective on things.

Obviously, since that's my opening line, that's what happened to me today.

And, again obviously, I'm going to share that with you, because I know you all wait with bated breath to hear the minute details of my engaging life.

Actually, its not my life that's so engaging, its Kevin's.  He's my entertainment, my sunshine.  Hell, he's pretty much my whole world.  How could he not be?  He's so damn cute and, well, entertaining. 

As much as he is my world, its easy to get caught up in the details of the day, and the tick of the clock.  So when we went out for a walk at 5 pm, I had been thinking we would arrive home at 6 and have plenty of time to make a decent meal, have bathtime, and read a few books, and get ready for a conference call at 9. 

Kevin had other ideas.  As we left Bethesda Hospital, he asked to see the water fountain on the grounds.  Then he asked if we could sit there for a bit.  Okay, I thought we'd sit for maybe a minute or two.  He discovered "corn cobs" and proceeded to collect every one within a one mile radius, carefully placing them on a bench.  For those of you who are ignorant to how Kevin's language works, "corn cobs" are really pine cones. 

At first I was kind of impatient and just wanted to get going.  You know, put him in the stroller and walk the 1.8 km to home as fast as I possibly could.  Then I realized how truly he was living in the moment and was enjoying himself as if there was nothing else in the world to think about.  He has no worries, no time constraints, no other thought but than what he was doing right at that very moment, and that was collecting all the corncobs within a one mile radius, which he was doing with the utmost pleasure. 

When we did start towards home, and I use that phrase loosely because we were meandering more than we were really walking, Kevin was walking and not sitting.  Now, Kevin is 4, he does not have the same sense of urgency that I do when walking.  We walked slowly, and looked at everything. EMS went by us, red, and we discussed EMS and what they do and why they take people to the hospital.  EMS are, in my opinion, fabulous at their job, so I simply explained that they need to take people to the hospital because the hospital has more equipment and medicine for sick people. 

There were so many things we saw on the way home, and talked about that I can't even begin to mention them all.  Days and evenings with Kevin are the best of times, and its rare that I count the hours till bedtime.  Even when I do, its usually due to me being in a bad mood, not because he is unmanageable or unruly. 

So there you have it.  My enlightenment for the day is mostly that I need to slow down to Kevin's pace and see all the wonderful things that he sees. 

He is my "why."