Time is getting away from me these days- understandable, with illness, Inauguration, a visit from my Dad, a return to classes, and the gentleman friend’s birthday (today!) all this week. I start every week with the most enthusiastic posting intentions, and get lost by Tuesdays. I’m not hoping to make this daily all the time- I appreciate your attention, so I won’t waste your time when I really haven’t got much to say. I just hope it evens out some day.
While there’s plenty going on in environment news, I’d like to ramble about something else today. (If you’re interested in keeping up, the Wilkins ice shelf is collapsing in Antarctica due to Global Warming, Lisa Jackson’s appointment to the EPA is still raising legitimate concerns, and we’ve got hard data showing how much faster dirty air kills you). But today it’s the monthly goal on my mind, and it’s leading to a larger question. The uncluttering goal is going well, in so far as I’ve cleaned out my place and today I organized the gentleman friend’s closet for him, for his birthday. I also found some nice sweaters or him at the Salvation Army, and I’m getting him a compost bucket so he can bring his foodscraps to my compost bin when he visits. What a great birthday for him, hunh?! He is very appreciative- he even seemed to like my suggestion that we spend some time tonight making a pile of his excavated clothing to donate.
That wasn’t all. I am not so single-minded that I do not appreciate how underwhelming this birthday fun sounds. There was computer hardware and music and dinner and a keg and Cheetos for his party. Kegs are the ultimate reuseable drink containers, by the way, despite their frat connotations. Check Total Wine for containers of good things- call them to check what’s in stock, it might be better than what’s listed. I digress.
The GF supports me, and he makes an effort to reduce, recycle, and reuse. But ultimately, this is my set of goals, and I know better than to assume they’re his. While you can give a boyfriend a compost bucket, you can’t make him fill it. After my initial rush of sustainable enthusiasms, I occasionally wonder if I’m pushing him too hard with my efforts. He complains about the smell of my compost and the meatlessness of my cupboard, and my reluctance to use non-hippie toothpastes. These are all understandable complaints.
I don’t feel like I’m being held back because the GF’s not as pro-active environmentally, and that’s where we work. I have asked him to post here on his view of this, so you might be getting a diatribe on compost buckets in small apartments from him soon.
So, how do you balance your environmentalism with that of your friends and/or loved ones? Do you do it all together, or does one of you take the lead? Are there things you don’t do for the environment to keep your SO happy? I am curious.