In the crush at the checkout counter, I forgot to tell the clerk I had my own bag. He dropped our purchase into a plastic one and grimaced when I gently returned it to him, apologizing for the trouble. Perhaps he would have enjoyed this video with rapper AshEL Eldridge and singer Jenni Perez. I hope you do.
Did you notice they mentioned that even Mother's milk is contaminated? All my grandchildren, as my own children, were breastfed. Of course, what's in the ultra-high-heat-pasteurized milk they drink now is even worse, but that's another story. One small action at a time. Two steps forward, one and a half back. Will we get there in time?
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We make peace in a million small ways every day.
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5 comments:
I so admire your efforts. I haven't even been able to get beyond trying to remember my shopping bags so I don't take a plastic one. I guess we do what we can.
Wanda, yes, we each do what we can, and I know you are doing your part in other ways--growing a CSA garden, for example, and building cold frames from scrap so you can grow your own vegetables during the winter months, for just two examples.
Recently at a supermarket the clerk didn't pass my bag to the bagging guy before he'd already tossed everything in plastic. No problem. He picked up the plastic bag and put it in the cloth bag I brought. Stunning.
Hayden, All I can do is laugh. Thanks for the chuckle.
Haha, that happens here too, they put the bought items in a plastic bag then give it to me to put in my basket. I usually give it back and make a joke or something.
It's hard for people to change but if the women of Ladakh can do it, we can.
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