Thursday, April 22 was Earth Day. I am all about Earth, largely because I hate being hot and the sun looks extremely hot to me.
So, yes, Thursday was the 40th celebration of Earth Day. And in true middle age fashion, I remember where I was on the TWENTIETH celebration of Earth Day. (The Mall in Washington, DC. There was a big fair. I took the metro in from the suburbs. I bought a poster and a T shirt.)
I fully intended to participate in “Earth Hour,” during which you shut off your lights between 8 and 9pm not only to save electricity but also as a SYMBOLIC GESTURE. But the city in which I live, for some reason that I was not privy to, decided that the lights-out Earth Hour should be 8:20 to 9:20. So I was already distracted by those conflicting ideas when AM puked up his lunch at 5 in the afternoon. (And I? Totally called Taxman and begged him to come home RIGHT THAT INSTANT. He got home at 9:30.)
I was further distracted by AM’s enormous birthday cake that I had frosted before the unfortunate vomiting incident–his school party had already been delayed by a week and he had been upset. Now what?! And also by the fact that I was cooking shabbat dinner for us and a couple of lovely bloggers who have been (almost) taken hostage by Shaare Tzedek hospital. You know, because nothing says you care like some non-hospital food.
So at 8:30, Gila told me on gchat that it was 8:30 and did I have my lights off? Oops. So I quickly turned out the lights and then fumbled around for some candles and candlesticks. (Yes. In that order.) And then my computer was about to die, but I felt that it wasn’t right to charge it during Earth Hour, so I didn’t. And then AM, who was asleep on the couch (to be close to me while I cooked), lying on a beach towel (ASK MOXIE, people, how many times do I have to tell you? Everyone there is full of good ideas), started twisting and moaning, and I was so totally not going to trip over some piece of train set in the dark to try to get him to the toilet on time; I turned on the bathroom light. Then Morey came over, so I turned on a light in the kitchen. Then it was 9:15, and I plum gave up.
One of the frustrating parts of the Israel experience has been the recycling–or lack thereof. In New York we recycled so many more things, and it was incredibly easy to do so. The only recycling here is for newspapers and plastic bottles (some plastic and glass can be returned at some–not all–supermarkets for a return deposit…this is not terribly convenient). I wish I could reduce the waste we produce, but ultimately there is a limit to what I make from scratch (not pasta, not cereal), and it kills me to see all that cardboard being tossed. This is the price of universal health care–less money for things like this.
So, dear Earth, I’m sorry. My words of consolation?
a) nobody here wearing diapers (disposable…or any other kind)
b) Miss M is being trained to draw on the back of the paper as well
c) over the coming months I will be eating local garlic, dried on my laundry rack, instead of imported
d) I breastfed for years and years
e) I yell at people to turn off lights ALL THE TIME. Please don’t blame me because nobody listens.