Like many out there, friends know that I am perhaps, a little more environmentally aware than many, but not many know to what extent I go sometimes.
This afternoon after church I went to lunch with a few friends. One of my buds said “I read your blog yesterday…” (oh, oh, here it comes) “and I want to know who is this Crunchy Woman and how did she become leader of you and your enviro-wacko friends?” Well, I explained, Crunchy Chicken doesn’t make rules, she just challenges us to live up to what we say we believe. She’s not the leader, but a well-respected eco-blogger. And, hey, if I wanted to make up a challenge, I suppose I could as well, lots of folks seem to be offering challenges these days. I believe there was also a comment about the boob ball (grocery bag in a ball) that I won from Crunchy – which is a little humorous, since I really don’t need anymore boobs (but can’t wait to get the bag!)
Now, in all honesty, this friend will often walk the four miles to a part-time gig downtown. He shops heavily at the farmers market, and is a pretty environmentally friendly guy himself… I guess he just doesn’t consider himself a “wacko” – whatever that means.
By the time we had walked the eight blocks to our lunch destination and eight blocks back, I had talked to the group about wanting to make soy milk, asked where I could purchase cheese cloth (actually I asked them if this was something you get at a fabric store or a hardware store), discussed the many uses of baking soda, and the trials of finding items not packaged in plastic. At the end, one of the group suggested we stop at the health food store in the area and pick up soy beans, which we did, and on the way out I was asked if it was ok to eat something in plastic if someone else bought it… well it’s not May yet, so I enjoyed some dark chocolate covered cranberries.
The enviro closet… yet another closet I’ve come out of.