Recycling Republican

This post is not a political statement, really. I titled it ‘Recycling Republican’ because I never tire of alliteration. And, a friend of mine (Democrat) jokes and generalizes that Republicans do not recycle. However, she has been to our house, and she is well aware of the fact that we do recycle and we are Republicans. In fact, our households (hers and mine) recycle so much, little is left for the trash man. We’ve discussed how our trash cans contain only one 13 gallon-size trash bag each week for garbage pick-up.

In addition, my Democratic friend knows that my husband sorts our recyclables downstairs in our basement. He separates everything and breaks it down as much as possible. And, about once every three months, he loads up his car and takes the recyclables a recycling facility.

Recycling is a bipartisan responsibility. The real purpose for this post is to thank the product makers for making easily recycled products, as well as cursing the product makers for making products that are difficult to recycle.

Method home and personal care products: GOOD. I sing praise to Adam Lowry and Eric Ryan for the design of the bottles used for their products. While I can’t speak to every Method product, I can tell you many of their soap products come in containers that are taken apart easily. And, as an added bonus, the design of the bottle allows you to use every last drop of the product! What a concept!

Dove hair care and most all hair care products: BAD. When was the last time you were able to get out every last drop of shampoo, conditioner, gel, spritz, spray, etc.? And, how many hair care products have you come across where the cap does not come off easily? What I mean by that is the fact that the cap is not a ‘screw’ cap. Making it virtually impossible to fully empty or break down the container.

This gripe may seem trivial, but in the scheme of reducing, reusing and recycling – containers matter.

Guinness. I love you. Really. Oh, how I love you, Guinness. But the rocket widget in your glass bottles: BAD. Why did you start producing Guinness draft in bottles? The can was fine. The can is good. The can is easy to empty and recycle. Getting the widget out of the can is far easier (and neater) than getting the rocket widget out of the bottle. Guinness bottle: BAD. Guinness can: GOOD. Mmm mmm good! My only request regarding the cans: start selling 6 and 12 packs, please. Thank you.

Most all toilet bowl cleaners: BAD. Most all dish-washing detergents: BAD. Most all glass (plus a whole lot more) cleaners: BAD. Generally speaking, not unlike my friend, a majority of household products are difficult to use (to the last drop) or break down completely. While the trend for household products is BAD, facial tissue, toothbrush and dental floss containers are GOOD, when it comes to using and breaking down completely. And, most food products are packaged in easily used and recycled containers, so things like: soup, cereal, pizza, pasta n’cheese, yogurt, applesauce, etc. get the GOOD rating. Oh, and thankfully, ice cream containers are easily used (eaten) and broken down completely. (Emphasis on easily eaten completely.) Again, my gripe may seem trivial, but containers matter.

Remember, recycling is a bipartisan responsibility. And, this here Republican may not be perfect, but she does recycle! My plea to manufacturing companies is for them to create better recyclable packaging across the board, while also creating packaging the enables to user to get every last ‘drop’.

P.S. My thanks to Ben & Jerry’s for being such an environmentally conscious and friendly manufacturer. I’d hate to give them up to make a statement.

Dear Blogary: School days, school days . . .

Dear Blogary,

I woke up at 2:55 this morning, because I had to be at my boss’ house by 4am. Listed under ‘other duties as assigned’, I took my boss to the airport. Blogary, I’m tired. And, I was afraid, with the lack of sleep, I would be more emotional for Joe’s first day of school.

As it turns out, I did not shed one tear. Not one. Yay, me! I took pictures of Joe in his school clothes and gear, but the pictures were blurry and quickly deleted. Perhaps I’ll take a picture of his ‘second’ day of school tomorrow. In any case, when I attempted to take his picture, I felt myself becoming more excited for Joe.

Blogary, this isn’t a sad time. Joe starting Kindergarten is an exciting time! My friends were lined up, ready to console me if I needed help. I even had a friend suggesting I pre-plan the day with Tylenol, due to the headache that would follow my predicted sob session. Again I say, I did not shed one tear. Not one. (I cry at Hallmark commercials. Me not crying on Joe’s first day is highly irregular. Irregular, irregular.)

Perhaps, if the situation were different, I would have cried buckets. But, Joe was excited. And, when we went to his classroom, he was beaming! Beaming!

Pick-up time today was 11:30, just a half day to start off the school season. As I watched Joe come out of his class, I saw he was still beaming. He was quick to tell me about everything he learned, and he said he wanted to go back again and again. [Oh, how wonderful it would be if he felt that way throughout his entire school ‘career’.]

Once we were home, Joe called Suzann to tell her about his day. And, he made a point to talk to Charlie on the phone, too. “Charlie! I went to school today. It was great!”

Yes, today was a wonderful day. Now, here’s hoping I can muster the energy to stay awake long enough to make it through Parent Orientation tonight. Having been up since 3AM, I am dragging just a bit.

Up before the dawn’s first light –
Joining creatures of the night.
Tackling duties as assigned.
Getting paid, so I don’t mind.
Nervous with Joe’s teacher in sight.
Yet there he goes, shining so bright!

Love,
Me

Friday Flap

.:Routines

My day is filled with many routines. One of my favorite routines is enjoying a fresh cup of coffee, while the house is still quiet. I set my alarm early in the morning, specifically to sip my coffee in silence. I enjoy my last routine of the day, too: going to bed.

Most every night, when I go to bed, I lie on my right side reflecting about the day. Oftentimes, ideas for posts fill my head, but because I am comfy in my bed, I don’t make an effort to write my prize winning thoughts down. Though it rarely happens, I continue to tell myself I will remember my ideas in the morning.

In addition to blog ideas, I think about my friends and family. I review what took place during the day, and I consider what may take place tomorrow. And finally, when I have exhausted my mind with thought, I say a prayer.

Once I am done praying, I turn and lie on my back. I listen to the insects of the night and feel the wind on my face from the ceiling fan rotating overhead. I lie there quietly for a few minutes, until I get the urge to turn and lay on my left side. Once on my left side, I snuggle in and drift off to sleep, dreaming of my coffee in the morning.

~

Starting my day with a cup of Joe.
Quiet time moving nice and slow.
The sun rises up and fills the sky.
Soon, the day passes quickly by.
And, off to bed I go.

.:Surprises

Joe and Charlie came running out of Suzann’s house. “Mommy!” They yelled. “We have a surprise for you!”

They were running towards me, each holding a Ziploc bag. As they grew near, I could tell they were not bringing me cookies. I began to get nervous.

“Look!” Joe said proudly. “Cicada shells.”

Yes. My boys surprised me with two Ziploc bags containing several Cicada shells. They love me. My boys really love me. (And, I love Ziploc bags!)

~

Creepy, crawly bugs
An Entomologist’s dream
Lurking everywhere

.:Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end

Look, Joe! Look!

Today, I took Joe to Suzann’s house for the last time. He starts kindergarten on Monday. If you’ve grown tired of me talking about Joe’s first day away from Suzann’s house and in school, rest assured the topic is nearing the end.

I walked into Suzann’s house with a bag full of small containers of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream for the classroom. Suzann greeted me, while busily blowing up balloons. On the buffet I noticed three freshly made blueberry pancakes on a plate in the shape J, O and E. The preparations for celebrating Joe’s promotion were underway.

Before leaving, I handed Suzann a book I created, documenting the years Joe spent with her. We both looked at each other, holding back tears. She has played such a big role in Joe’s life, for which I am grateful.

As Joe closes the door to Suzann’s house and opens the door to his new school, I am reminded of an excerpt from Robert Fulghum’s book, ‘All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten‘:

All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the sand-pile at Sunday School. These are the things I learned:

Share everything.
Play fair.
Don’t hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Flush.
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
Live a balanced life – learn some and think some
and draw and paint and sing and dance and play
and work every day some.
Take a nap every afternoon.
When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic,
hold hands, and stick together.
Be aware of wonder.
Remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup:
The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody
really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even
the little seed in the Styrofoam cup – they all die.
So do we.
And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books
and the first word you learned – the biggest
word of all – LOOK.

I believe Robert Fulghum nailed the simplicity of life; though we continue to junk it up with gunk – or gunk it up with junk. Either way, as I watch Joe begin his journey in school, I hope he ignores the gunk and junk and keeps life simple. And, I will do my best to remember the lessons of kindergarten, making my life simpler, too.

~

So begins your school age years.
No doubt I will shed some tears.
Go forth, have fun, keep an open mind.
Listen. Question. Look. Be kind.
And do your best to face your fears.

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