The middle ground of "Green" | Blogs
If you've been reading my blog for a while, you know that I try to live lightly on the earth, minimizing my carbon footprint, and by extension that of my family.
Yes, I know, I'm kind of a zealot.
I hassle my parents about not composting ("You're gonna do WHAT with the corncobs? And kitchen scraps? That's awful!!" Sure, that's the very best way to end a family dinner, no?). I hassle my son when he puts something that is recyclable into the trash bin instead of the recycling bin. I'm the weirdo at work who, at an afternoon birthday cake, runs away from the styrofoam coffee cups; I bring my own mug. I even pause when I think about ski season because despite the fact that I LOVE IT, it means a lot more driving to and from the local mountains, and the ski lifts and snowmaking machines use a lot of power, whereas the rest of the year our family tends to aspire toward non-fossil-fuel-consuming leisure activities.
There's always more that I could do. There's always a way that I could make less trash. But I still need to find some middle ground here, because I know I'm a little bit irritating. So, two recent books are helping me find that balance.