There are days when I’m more sensitive to our general wastefulness than usual. Sunday while making a purchase at Macy’s, I couldn’t even take home all the little plastic hangars the helpful clerk had put into the bag with my newly-purchased items on them. I stood there and took the hangars off one-by-one and returned them to her.
I also stored up all the empty plastic bottles my friend and I had generated during the day and took them home to recycle.
And don’t even mention eating out. How can we sit in front of such huge plates of food and allow so much of it to go back to the kitchen and then the dumpster? I will gather up the unused bread on the table for the birds in the backyard to enjoy. And I find that the average lunch includes enough for at least one more meal at home, while dinner produces often enough for two.
Where is the peacefulness in this over-abundance? Too much just doesn’t work for me most days – and on Sunday, it worked even less than usual.