Evergreen and the Refrigerator

To start the Evergreen Products blog tour, my instructions were simple: raid the refrigerator. Okay, not exactly. I was to take inventory of its contents.

Wisconsin Public Radio Magnet

My refrigerator likes Wisconsin Public Radio. Doesn’t everybody’s?

The Racing Sausages from Miller Park

Recipes and clippings stay up with the help of the racing sausages, of course. Doesn’t your refrigerator work this way?

Oh, I get it. I’m supposed to be looking in the refrigerator, not on it. Darn those prepositions. I need to look inside the refrigerator for packaging in general, specifically for paper cartons.

Open the refrigerator door, Hal.

Inside the refrigerator itself

I came to a conclusion quickly: I use too much plastic. Eggs are in a paper carton (recyclable or reusable), the cream for the homemade ice cream was in waxed paper cartons (biodegradable), but that was it. You see glass jars, including those from my own homemade jam and pickles and (the last batch of) salsa. Those are reusable. But overall, there’s room for improvement, and a lot of improvement.

To recycle cartons, first check to see if your community accepts cartons in their recycling collection. Mine doesn’t – yet – a disappointment, since my state considers itself a paper industry giant. I can still make a case for cartons, though. Paper, like that used in food cartons, is often made using renewable energy and recycled paper waste. Evergreen Packaging, the sponsors of this blog tour, use 50% biomass in making their packaging.

Evergreen also talks about responsible forestry. Wood for lumber, pulp, utility poles, and yes, food cartons, is a renewable resource. Taking care of the forests contributes to cleaning our air by removing carbon dioxide, a major greenhouse gas. I liked the statistics Evergreen provided:

In the US, due to both increases in the total area of forest land and increases in the carbon stored per acre, an additional 192 million metric tons of carbon are sequestered each year through responsible forest management programs nationwide. This offsets roughly 11% of the country’s industrial greenhouse gas emissions, the equivalent of removing almost 135 million passenger vehicles from the nation’s highways.

Wow. I couldn’t have said it better myself. To find out more, and to increase your own use of paper cartons and other recyclable packaging, look up Evergreen’s web page. I took their “carton checkout” activity and found out that I use eco-friendly packaging more often than I thought. Each time I clicked on a grocery item like milk or cream or goldfish crackers, I saw a fast fact about paper carton recycling.

Since paper recycling is limited in my area, I have placed paper cartons with or without waxy coating in my compost. I found some, like Chinese take-out containers, decompose beautifully. Juice cartons leave behind some of their colorful label; there must be a significant plastic content. Since my community isn’t ready to recycle these products quite yet, I’ll have to be satisfied following on Facebook and Twitter. You can, too:

https://www.facebook.com/ChooseCartons

https://twitter.com/#!/ChooseCartons

I wrote this review while participating in a campaign by Mom Central Consulting on behalf of Evergreen and received a promotional item to thank me for taking the time to participate.

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Soil Therapy and Moral Support

Remember how I planted too many seeds and ended up with lots and lots of tomato and pepper seedlings? I figured out a way to fit most of the little plants into the existing garden plots. Now I’m facing the challenge of supports.

My favorite spiral stakes are no longer available anywhere in my town. I had to settle for something else. I didn’t want to spend too much on the stakes at any store, especially since most were plastic. Plastic! Chuck tried to talk me into using a very narrow PVC pipe cut to the length I wanted. He thought I could paint them in polka dots like our deck chairs. I resisted. Cute in the end, maybe, but eco-friendly — not.

I bought True Value Hardware’s entire stock of straight, colorful stakes. I’ll use gentle ties made from tee-shirts to keep the stems aligned and attached to their supports. However, I still didn’t have enough. True Value also had bamboo stakes. They were long, at least five feet long, and they came six in a package instead of costing my a bundle just for one. Bamboo might not last more than one season, but it’s more pleasing to the eye and less toxic to the planet than any of the plastic options.

There you have it, readers. What do you think? Have you seen my favorite spiral stakes anywhere? I’ll make a road trip, within reason, if you find them.

Colorful - I call it Garden Art.

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Recalling the Recall for the Grandchildren

So, young ones, the votes were counted. Wisconsin broke all kinds of records for voter turnout. My own city, Appleburg, reached an unheard-of 84%. Madison even had over 100% turnout. All of the registered voters turned out, and new ones registered. The election was over, but the issues hadn’t died. Oh, we still had issues. 

And in the aftermath, more issues surfaced. I had issues with the mainstream media for announcing election results long before all the votes had been counted. In fact, there were still people waiting in line to vote because their polls had run out of ballots. Polls officially closed at 8:00, but anyone in line by 8 was allowed to vote. No one is really sure whether Tom Barrett knew that people were still voting when he prepared to concede around 10. Some felt that the people were done voting by then, the votes just had not been counted.But even then, important precincts (like Milwaukee!) were not included in the early totals.

So I had issues with the mainstream media on election night. I also had issues with our local paper. Their headline said that Governor Walker had won “easily.” Easily? I think not. Estimates of his campaign spending hovered between forty and eighty million dollars. Millions! I believe the lower end of that range is more accurate. Even so, Walker and his rich buddies outspent their opponents by at least a 10 to 1 margin. That speaks of challenges, not winning “easily.” 

Easily? The man should have won by a huge margin if he won easily. As the late votes were counted and the absentee ballots came in, the gap between winner and loser got progressively narrower. Walker still won, but he didn’t win easily, children.

There’s a lesson here; make your own value judgments. Don’t let the media decisions become yours. You do your own research, my dears; read, listen, talk to people close to the candidate. If a major bigwig on national television tells you it’s over, stick around. It’s not over until all have voted and all the vote totals are in. Predicting a winner too early can discourage voters and even affect a close race. Did I ever tell you about the presidential election of 2000? Oh, that’s a great story. I was teaching fifth grade that year, and we were learning about American history. I told my students to pay attention to the world around them because they were living in historic times. But back to the story — 

The Wisconsin Recall Election of 2012 made waves worldwide. The BBC ran stories about it. Canadian media covered the events. Nationwide, people were watching us. We were, indeed, making and living history. Many of us felt that Election Night wasn’t the end; it was just the beginning. 

Kiddos, would you like to hear about the presidential election of 2000? Well, not now. I’m bushed. Tomorrow morning over coffee, that’s when we’ll talk. 

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Who ate your homework?

This was originally posted in February. I’m taking a few days off from blogging while I recover from the election and the end of school. Meanwhile,  I’ll insert a few encore performances (summer reruns) so all of you faithful readers can have a fair amount of content. 

Sorry, student. We might feel your pain, but the cat making your homework late is just another variation on an old theme.

In fact, your Social Studies teacher has a cat that helps grade essays and research projects. She pronounced this one “delicious.”

In my home, projects are at risk of being eaten, but not by a dog. Note to self; do not store student projects under the piano. In addition, feed bunny frequently.
Now if only we could train the animals to make coffee while we’re busy grading, progress reports would go so much faster!

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I speak for (the health of) the trees!

Chuck and I attended several City Council meetings and committee meetings last fall and winter. We listened, we spoke, we discussed. Neighbors attended, too, and said their piece.

Last night as I pulled out of my driveway, a neighbor waved me over to her side of the road. “Did you hear?” she asked, her voice breaking. “We’re losing the trees!”

Let’s put it together. Our small street is up for replacement of sewer lines and utilities, followed by reconstructing and repaving. It’s time. It’ll be costly, but that’s part of home ownership in a decent neighborhood like this. The trees along the street are old and huge. Some stand higher than the two-story homes on the block. Others branch out or lean over the street.

The Department of Public Works (DPW) considered narrowing the street in order to salvage the trees nearest the road. They would narrow the road by one foot on each side, and the elderly trees could stay.

Readers, you know me well. I’m Daisy, the dirt-loving tree-hugging organic gardener on this block. I’ve taught science at four different grade levels. I own two rain barrels and two backyard compost bins. I am environmentalist: hear me roar!

But this is no time for the Lorax to make an appearance. I respect the Dr. Seuss character as I do all of the good Doc’s compassionate critters. This time, however, the emotions and the practical reality oppose each other.

The trees in question are common species. There are a few red maples, a beech, an ash, and a silver maple or two. We’re not destroying the biodiversity of the neighborhood by taking these beasts down. These trees already exist in abundance in the park two blocks away. Most neighbors have at least one other tree to shade their backyards.

Trees along roads don’t live as long as other trees. They ingest the fumes of car exhaust. Their root systems are damaged by sidewalk construction and repair. As our impending summer of the sewer goes on, another side of the tree’s root systems will suffer and weaken. Add in the potential construction of lateral sewer lines from at least two homes, and the arboreal beauties are getting undercut (literally) on three sides.

Remember last September? A short but powerful windstorm destroyed a considerable number of large, old trees in the center of our city. Now imagine the scenario. Old trees, significantly weakened by construction, remain, towering over the picturesque Victorian homes on the street. Then a storm comes. 

This is not an emotional decision. It’s practical. I taught elementary and middle school science long enough to recognize that trees, like any other living being, have a finite life cycle. Making the road smaller in order to salvage trees that are weakened on three sides does not make sense – even to this eco-green groundskeeper.

So bring it on, utility crews. Quickly, before the wealthy & influential  neighbors decide to open the issue again.

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A Break, and Summer

I’m humming a little Gershwin, as I often do on the last day of the school year. As if the end of the school year and all it entails weren’t enough, we’re still regrouping from Tuesday’s election. I’m sorting through “goodbye and have a good summer” emails at school and “thanks for the support” emails at home. The only kind missing is “Goodbye, and thanks for all the fish!”

But meanwhile, back at the OkayByMe Ranch, I’m preparing for the low tech part of my summer: dirt therapy, also known as garden. I bought four packages of bamboo stakes, long ones, to use for the multitude of tomato plants that grew from seed. My excuse has been “They were old seeds; I didn’t know they’d all grow!” Well, they did, and the tomato gang will be a backstory all summer long.

While we public school teachers wound up our end-of-year records and cleaned our desks, we were still reeling from the election results just days ago. The Rich Republicans may have predicted we public servants and our Democratic cohorts would slink away with our tails between our legs. Nope. Not in this town. The local Democratic party will be marching in Saturday’s parade, which is the largest Flag Day parade in the state, if not the nation. They’ll be one entry among many, but they’ll be there.

So I’ll take a break, a well earned break, dig in the dirt, visit the farmers’ markets, and make my own kinds of contributions at the storefront turned political hub downtown.

Maybe they’ll like tomatoes.

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The healing begins – or does it?

We were all rather subdued at work today. The cubicles that are usually full of laughter and  happy talk were quiet, with only the minimal phone calls taking place. We huddled in our own little cloth-covered squares, finalized report cards, and mourned the loss of the recall election.

It was our loss as much as anyone’s. We public school teachers were the central target of the Governor’s attack on collective bargaining. We were not the only group that got hit hard when Act 10 passed, but we were the most noticeable and the easiest target for the general public. We public school teachers (now perceived as public enemies) joined forces with progressives all over the state of Wisconsin to campaign for Tom Barrett to replace Scott Walker.

Today I read concession emails from groups on the side of loss. The election was so close, so hard-fought, I can’t call Tom Barrett a loser. I can’t call those who worked to elect him losers or lost, either. We worked so hard and worked so long that I still feel we won a battle, even if our side lost the war.

United Wisconsin thanked their members and supporters by reminding all that it wasn’t easy, but we did it. “We did it with strength, civility, conviction, and determination. For over a year and a half we worked together across this great state to bring about this historic election.” Civility. Conviction. Worked together. The process, the journey, was rewarding in itself.

We didn’t get the results we wanted, but we made Walker and his groupies see that money may talk, but ordinary people are the ones who sing and dance and make phone calls and knock on doors. The Overpass Light Brigade, the Solidarity Singers, sign brigades, door to door canvassing and phone banks – all of these strategies took people power rather than money power.

Tom Barrett’s concession letter referred to democracy as “…the ultimate participatory sport.” He thanked his backers for their passion and spirit. His letter’s conclusion is perhaps the most important. The emphasis is mine, but his words are bold on their own.

“A healthy democracy requires lively debates, but it also requires that we listen, that we roll-up our sleeves, and that we work together to do what is right.”

Listen. Work together. The ground troops, the canvassers and the phone bankers, the sign-distributors, holders of the lights, and singers for solidarity, understand the process of working together. Reaching out to the other side will be the hard part.

For the sake of our state and its progressive tradition, I’ll do my best.

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What I Learned on the Way to the Recall

Twitter was certainly the place to be on election night. It’s become the place to be for breaking stories, and the recall election (hashtag #wirecall) was certainly one of those! Here are a few updates that came through Twitter. 

Between 7:32 and 8:00,  official closing time at the polls, I saw these tweets: 

Anyone at the listed wards, spread the word that forms are on the way. They WILL get to vote.

URGENT: Many MKE wards out of registration forms & voters are waiting. If you are near please print: (followed by link to printable registration forms)

RACINE CITY RUNNING OUT OF BALLOTS:

#AntiUnionTrolls having #WIrecall meltdown. grab some popcorn and monitor it here!

No matter what happens, we’re amazing. We’ve sparked something that got the whole world to pay attention. Be proud. #wirecall #wiunion

If you’re a special voter registrar in MKE, PLEASE head to Custer High and 53rd school- they need you NOW #wirecall

Voter info: If you’re in line before 8, you can vote, regardless of how long the wait is or whether have ballots/reg forms.

“Know the first thing we did right was the day we started to fight.” #wiunion #wirecall #recallwalker #reclaimwi #solidarity

dems scrambling for more ballots prayers voters dont leave

GOP’s kryptonite RT Massive voter turnout is not “voter fraud”. It’s Democracy in action. #WIrecall #WIunion #RecallWalker

IF IN LINE BY 8PM, DO NOT LEAVE – more forms are on the way & they must allow you to vote #WIrecall #WIunion

Great, chief law enforcement official who is responsible for overseeing election law is at a partisan event on election night

EW, Ew, Ew The Republican Party sent out that robo-call, this is SOOOO bad for the republican party (<-hehehe) – a criminal act!! What robo-call? What did I miss? Was it the one my friend received last night telling her that Democrats should wait until Wed. to vote? 

Official at the Milwaukee City Clerk’s office didn’t have any exact numbers but says turnout is “HUGE”

The DOJ’s on the ground in Wisconsin? Did I hear that correctly? So, which part of Republican Party will be charged w/voter suppression?

He says biggest worries are in Racine “voters there are angry” and Eau Claire “race is closer than it should be

Multiple cities out of ballots and reg forms PRINT FORMS & DRIVE: Addresses: (followed by URL) Forms: (Followed by URL)

At 8pm a poll worker should move to the END of the line and mark the 8pm cut off. That is where voting ends tonight.

OMG IT’S 8:00 I’M GOING TO BE SICK.

Is this where it begins, or where it ends? 


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Sing for Solidarity!

As seen at a rally around the Solidarity Singers —

Some wear their hearts on their sleeves. Some paint their message on their chests. Some hold signs. Still others, well, watch their backs and you’ll see.

AFT = American Federation of Teachers

another shirt representing unions

Green Bay Packers Classic - was there an NFL Players' Union then?

She's right; Wisconsin can't wait.

Vote: Wisconsin’s future is on the line.

Let's show Walker his pink slip.

 

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Election Eve: More tales for the grandkids

My dear grandchildren, we’d done all we could. We’d called, we’d walked and talked, we’d held up our signs and we’d sung our songs. Now it was time to GOTV: Get Out The Vote. We worked on informing voters so they knew how Scottie and his policies would hurt them.  We helped register voters and find out where their neighborhood polls were located. We handed out signs, and we asked every recipient to promise to vote. 

Can't Stand With him, Can't Stand him, period

We played our tunes, we plied the phones and we still worked our full time jobs and took care of our families – those of us lucky enough to be employed, that is. We donated drinks and snacks to the many who could canvass neighborhoods and make phone calls.  

Roll out the Recall

We stood on windy highway overpasses holding lighted signs reminding voters of the best candidate and the election date. Our money was weigh outclassed, I mean way outweighed by the opposition with a margin of 25 to 1. We had our light brigade and our singers. We worked on the ground level. It was exhausting, but we held strong.

Tom Barrett's Name in LIghts

Still, we worried. We heard from women who felt they “had to” vote the way their husbands insisted. What?! We were appalled and frightened that such intimidation would happen in the twenty-first century. We worried that the people in power had so much money that they felt they were above the law. We worried that those who made the laws and enforced the laws did not hear us. 

Honk!

We worried that they wouldn’t hear us, so we brought out the vuvuzelas. What’s a vuvuzela? Oh, honey, the vuvuzela was – well, that’s another story. Prepare your trombone embouchure, my dear, and I’ll bring mine out of the basement. Maybe. Later. 

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