Still Cutting Down Trees to Tell You Thanks
When visiting our old home in the deep South a few years back, a friend of my neighbor did something kind for my daughter. It was sweet, unexpected and though small, I’ve never forgotten the gesture. When we got home from our trip, I did what my mother would expect of me…I wrote the woman a thank you letter. Reportedly, when she received the letter, she informed my neighbor, also a long-time Southern gal, and then asked her, presumably in that think drawl, “Now…where’s she from again?”
I’m from Montana.
But I was tickled that for a moment, someone might entertain the notion that I was born south of Mason-Dixon.
This month I have encouraged you to reduce your waste by reconsidering your magazine subscriptions, turning old baby blankets into hankies, and turning off unwanted junk mail. But I still require the mail man to make that 90 degree right turn onto my walkway every week for two reasons: insurance paperwork and personal correspondence.
I’m no Luddite when it comes to communication. I still use text, Facebook and email far more than I would like to communicate daily, sometimes hourly it feels. But I love sending personal mail. If only because my Mommy made me do it so many years back. I keep a pretty perpetual calendar (thank you Etsy!) on the wall in the dining room with names of people I want to write on their birthdays. I’m usually a few days late and have yet to get it them all out every year. But I keep up with it and hope my girls are watching me actually do one thing positive. Can hand-written letters make up for “I’m sorry I forgot to make you lunch, Mommy was on Facebook all day?” I don’t go out of my way to find card made of pre-recycled material but maybe I could…
Insurance: my youngest burned her hands and I don’t want to miss any premiums or overpay any co-pays, so hard copy is the best option for me. No more on this topic because nothing ruins a morning like dwelling on health insurance. But most certainly a Zero Waste FAIL.
ZW Win? While trolling thrift stores today looking for a flower pot, I came across…an entire section devoted to old greeting cards and stationery. New favorite find. Of course, while I was there, I also found some old tupperware, a juicer for $2, hand weights, a framed picture of a chicken. But no flower pot.