From Eco-whut? to Eco-Nut

Well, the Eco-Mommie blogosphere finally got me, and now I'm turning into one of those green assholes. And, I guess it's catching. Just as I wonder to myself, "When will Crate and Barrel go green so that I don't have to order my hand-dipped no-petroleum candles from Guam and make a huge carbon deficit," I see this. Nice to know that my every wish and desire will be captured by marketers and retailers just at the moment that I'm interested in something. I read an article on Friday about container gardening, and decided to try it. So are they.

But, really, I have green-fever bad, and it came on fast. I went from staring at my eco-bag gift from the Museum crew for more than a year with no idea when to use it, to having a bin of them and never going out without one. I carried potted plants in my purse the other day instead of taking a bag. And, I have those Target bags in 3 sizes, not counting the one that came with my Green issue of Vanity Fair. Poly-bagged. Hypocrites.

I was threatening to use this blog to shame Dr. Boy into recycling, but after several years of mocking me, he caught the fever and got on that bandwagon all by himself. So, now we recycle a bit more, and use the disposal on food to avoid creating oodles of methane. Got my metal water bottle, and we're trying to eat less processed food. We even order takeout from a place that delivers your meal in a reusable plastic basket that the delivery guy keeps - no delivery bag, no napkins, no mess or waste. All in all, it's been pretty painless, Net result, less garbage. Which works for me because using less and creating less means there is less to clean.

And, really, I'm all about living in some semblance of order without doing any work. For fear that I end up like this. My mom's not this bad, but this is the way she thinks, and this is more familiar than I'd like to admit. She's been "planning a garage sale" for as long as I can remember, and is always begging me to come down and "help organize." I just found out that they still have an extra apartment of stuff from the house in NOLA that was rescued after Katrina. There used to be 3 apartments, 2 storage rooms, and the town house. And, still, it's two years later, and there's more!!! I mean, for crissakes, we didn't save most of what was in that house. How could there still be this much?!?! Thank god for Katrina, and for making my mother start clearing out that house before it was all left to me to sort out on my own. So, now you understand my crazy fascination with home organizing shows. I have no innate understanding of how to live in a clear space.

Final thought - Sorry this is such a swirl of nonsense. Dr. Boy's in Pakistan, and I'm not glued on straight right now. I've been creating projects left and right to keep me busy. He's been gone 36 hours and I've watched 3 Ken Burn's documentaries, slept 8 hours (thank you, Atavan), been to a 6 hour calligraphy class, hung out with a friend, ripped up my bedroom, started a little construction, made a list of errands that must be run tomorrow, gotten out the Dremel, the high ladder, and the power drill, and there's potting soil all over my living room. Oh, and barfed up chives because my cats can't seem to understand that the pot with the wheat grass is RIGHT NEXT TO the pot with the chives. For my container gardening. That I started yesterday.

Guess who's a little stressed out?!?