>Daisy’s top ten list: #1 is TRUE

>#1: I believe in the three Rs, with a twist. This one is TRUE.
Reading, and Writing (‘riting) and Math (‘rithmetic) are the basis for many learning skills. However, the three Rs to which I refer are actually Reduce, Reuse, and Recycle.

My family likes to tease me about my penchant for reusing instead of throwing things away. I don’t hoard junk (at least I sure try), but I re-use a lot. For example, I haven’t bought file folders in years. I often run copies for my class on the backs of old, unused papers. And yes, I buy from used book stores and clothing consignment shops, as well as donate our no-longer-usable clothing and household items to local thrift stores.
I recycle a lot, too. On the rare occasion when we order a pizza delivered, I will recycle all parts of the box that did not touch food particles. Tissue boxes? Tear out the small piece of plastic and recycle the rest. Finish off the cereal? Recycle the box, compost the inner wax paper lining.
Compost is another form of recycling. Grass clippings, food scraps (within limitations), coffee grounds, and more, will end up in the compost bin instead of the garbage can. Seeing the natural process of decomposition and knowing that I’ve contributed in a small way to lessening landfill use is very, very satisfying. Tilling the finished compost into my small garden in the spring is a part of this. We’ve reused that which we recycled, and in the end we’re reducing our purchases of vegetables trucked in from elsewhere, which reduces… well, you get the picture.
Think globally, act locally. It works.

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>What’s up your sk*rt?

>A close friend snuck a sign on my classroom door last year when I wasn’t looking. In a typically artistic font, mounted on two colors of tagboard, and laminated to boot, it announced: “Caution: I have a tuba and I’m not afraid to play it!”
Well, it’s not 100% accurate. I did play tuba for a long time, but I haven’t picked one up in at least 20 years. I like to claim that I wasn’t a very good player, just enough of a musician to fake it. Sometimes I’ve even joked that I knew how to end up where the boys were — sitting in the low brass section of the band. At that time, (the mid to late 70s if you must know) instruments had not yet gone unisex. The one boy who played flute (now a professional musician) and the few girls who played trombone and tuba tended to be free spirits, those gutsy types who were willing to try something out of the norm.
My friends from those days are surprised to hear that I joined a traditionally female profession, teaching elementary school, got married and had kids, and now drive (gasp) a minivan.
But inside this teacher’s skirts you’ll still find:

  • a politically active mom, passionate for causes that matter to my family and my students
  • an environmentalist who thinks globally and acts locally
  • a “pundit blogger” who will say what she thinks and grab the bull by the horns
  • a closet biker who keeps threatening to buy a Harley for her midlife crisis.

I wouldn’t judge a book by its cover, and I’ll let all of you know — don’t judge a woman by her skirts. You never know what’s on her Blackberry, her laptop, but most of all, her mind.

Parent Bloggers Network and Girl Con Queso are featuring a new site called sk*rt. Sk*rt bills itself as a “new social bookmarking site for women (and the men who want to get in their heads)”. They’re sponsoring a creative Blog Blast this week under the topic, “What’s up your sk*rt?”

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>Dad’s playing in the dirt! Where’s Mom?

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The vegetable garden may be my “turf”, but Husband (despite his complaints about his boring name) is an active participant in the process. He is the best cook in the family, I admit it, and when there are fresh vegetables he will find a delicious way to use them. This weekend, he rented a rototiller and expanded my small garden to, well, at least medium size. I removed as many grass/dirt clumps as I could, replanted the chives I’d moved out of roto-tiller range, and set out my pseudo stepping stones.
My stepping “stones” fall into the category of waste not, want not. After we knocked down an aging fence in the corner of the yard, I used the remaining boards as a walking path. I did the same this year, also incorporating boards left over from our deck remodeling project. They’re not beautiful, but they will fade in the sun to match the dirt and to me, that’s aesthetically pleasing. The knowledge that I didn’t waste money, I re-used something that would have taken up landfill space, and I’m about to plant veggies that will feed my family contributes to the general feeling of well-being that a garden provides.
Now if I can get the fence tight enough to keep those cute little neighborhood bunnies out of my carrots, all will be well with the world.

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>Shoulds are bogus — again

>The “should”, the reality, and the end result

I had a half day of school today, so I should have gotten some housework done.
The reality: I came home, turned the self-cleaning oven to “Clean”, and took a nap. A long nap.
The end result: My oven is clean, and I feel well-rested. Not bad, really.

I should have cooked a decent supper.
The reality: I napped much of the afternoon and my oven was in its “Clean” cycle.
The end result: Amigo and I met Husband at a diner halfway between his workplace and home. Mmm…Friday night fish fry.

I should be gathering some professional reading for our upcoming grant meeting.
The reality: I surfed Amazon for gardening materials and family-oriented books.
The end result: I ordered Unstrange Minds by Roy Richard Grinker, an autism parent and anthropologist, and Let it Rot, a composting guide in its third edition. Hey, spring is coming! I can smell it!

I should have started laundry tonight, since I’ll be gone all day tomorrow judging another music festival.
The reality: I didn’t start laundry. I napped and then took Amigo to meet Husband for supper.
The end result: I’ll do it Saturday night or Sunday. If I’m really lucky, the family might start it tomorrow while I’m gone. Don’t laugh so hard; sometimes they do!

I should go to bed early, since I have to get up early tomorrow and drive to my festival. I have to be there by 7:30.
The reality: I napped most of the afternoon.
The end result: I’m hanging out online, having fun reading blogs and updating my own. I’ll be plenty relaxed when I do go to bed. I’ll sleep well.

All in all, “Shoulds” are bogus, but all in all, it was a good day.

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>Earth Mother is hibernating

>Or maybe I’m just taking a nap. It’s so much easier to be “green” in the summer when the weather is warm and I’m not working full time. The sun comes up earlier and stays out later, so I can be outside instead of using up energy with lights and television and computer. Laundry gets done at off-peak hours so the washer and dryer don’t heat the house when it’s already hot outside. I can compost my coffee grounds and kitchen waste. The bunnies graze on grass and chow down on the garden leftovers.
It’s not easy being green in the winter, but I still minimize my impact a little bit whenever I can. The sweatshirts and sweatpants are hanging over drying racks at the moment, and the load of jeans will hang up, too, when the washer is done. I’ll put all of these heavy items in the dryer on low for a few minutes at the very end of Laundry Detail.
One of my “cabin fever” projects this winter is the gradual purging of our old file cabinets. I stand next to one cabinet with a paper grocery bag and a box. Junk goes in the bag; anything that might need shredding goes in the box. Both eventually get recycled. I work until I finish a file drawer or fill the bag. The file cabinet will either get reorganized and used more efficiently or we’ll sell it at a rummage sale this summer.
The Christmas cards await the fun craft scissors. I’ll turn them into tags for next year in another “cabin fever” project.
I won’t compost my coffee grounds today (they don’t decompose much in the bitter cold, anyway), but I’m acting locally and thinking globally, in my own small way.

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>Help put some fun into fundraising

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Our PTA is having a basket raffle soon. My class is creating a “basket” along the theme of gardening. Well, short of hoisting my compost bin into the school lobby, I’m a little limited as to donations so far. I’m hoping that a few parents will shop this weekend and start the collection. Blog -readers, oh gentle Internet folk, could you please honor the end of “De-lurking week” with suggestions for a garden basket? I have a few ideas aside from the basic seeds and tools, but I would like to suggest things that families in my class can afford to buy and donate. And fun, of course. Think outside the lines — and outside the rabbit fencing! No, I can’t donate the rubber chicken. It belongs to La Petite.

De-lurking week is sponsored by Sheryl of Paper Napkin. She provided several buttons we can display; I posted the one I liked best.

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>It’s not easy being Green at Christmas time.

>Martha Stewart doesn’t live here. Let’s make that clear right off the bat. Once in a while I do something crafty, but that’s as far as it goes.

That said, Christmas is a tough time for someone who teaches environmental science and wants to walk the talk.

Take wrapping paper — please. It can’t be recycled, it can’t be burned in the fireplace, it doesn’t compost. The only reasonably “green” option is re-use. Skip it? Not unless I want “Scrooge” to be my middle name. Well, my family gets all over me about re-using wrapping paper.

“Mom, just rip it open! Hurry up! Why are you folding the paper? You don’t have to be so careful with the tape. Mom, it wasn’t expensive. Geez.”

I drive them crazy.

But this tendency to reduce, re-use, and recycle can come in handy. I take good care with the wrapping paper we do buy, re-using gift bags until they fall apart, saving the bows every year, and refusing to throw away the small pieces of wrap that seem useless. I said SEEM useless.

As I said before, I’m not Martha. No one would come into my house and think she lives here. But I am rather proud of these two presents. Using a strip of green shiny foil (too small for a box) and a batch of plain brown packaging paper that came with a cookbook, I made these two gifts look pretty. Pretty good, even. The tags are made from last year’s Christmas cards.

(haha, Petite one, the smaller package is for you!)

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