Talk is cheap. And I have a good talk. Action is the thing, though. I love going to the convenience store in the morning for a cup of coffee and a sweet. Sometimes, it is the only time I get out of the house and interact face to face with any adult.
I feel self conscience about this morning ritual. Especially about the two red straws I love to stick in the holes. Yes, I drink my coffee through plastic straws. And now I understand McDonald's has banned them and I see poor sea animals choking from my plastic straws.
I take my plastic bags home from the convenience store to be my garbage bag for the day. I remember how we did garbage way back when. We lined aluminum pails with newspaper and it was Dad's job to dispose of it. I actually don't know how he did. I think the smaller pails were emptied into larger cans by the sidewalk that garbage trucks would pick up. Such was the division of labor.
I open my cabinets and everything is encased in some kind of plastic. I don't remember how we contained any medicines from the pharmacy before we had disposables.
I love all the new inventions that will eventually replace these ubiquitous plastics; I am ready to buy!