green. In fact, I've turned brown. I use ziplocs by the dumpload, my newspapers are tossed in the trash, and I didn't even know about the HOV lane. A couple of green missionaries came to visit tonight and gave me a discussion. I think they're trying to convert me.
I was raised green. My mom used butter wrappers to grease the cookie sheets, and she washed paper cups. I dutifully brought home the wax paper from my sandwich so it could be used in my lunch box the next day. Though my thermos held the memory of yesterday's milk, my mother wouldn't waste extra money for a cardboard carton.
I don't know when I threw out the teachings of my childhood. I'm sure the diaper pail had something to do with it: disposables changed my life. I started contributing to the land fill problem with my sixth kid...interestingly, he's the green one! (Maybe he feels guilty.) He was the one who decided we should recycle our newspapers back in the day. Every few weeks he piled a huge stack from the garage into his truck and carted them to the special bin at the grocery store.
Our Mr. Green Jeans used to have a lawn care business, so he literally contributed to the greening of the neighborhood. He hauled loads and loads of debris to the dump. Maybe that's where he caught the vision.
Before he left tonight he washed out the baggie I'd used to store the bread; it's now hanging on the faucet to dry. As we all know, it's not easy being green. My examples wash and dry the plastic utensils after a family party; they've both bagged bottled water, and they can't let a piece of litter lie in peace. They even grow food. (I guess you can't sit on your thumbs when they're green!)
I don't know if I'm ready to change colors quite yet. Green seems so zesty and vibrant, while brown is relaxing and comfortable. It's just easy. But if I don't adapt with the times, I may become a dinosaur!
Have you converted yet? Do you have suggestions for changing colors gradually?