Colleen won’t let me use plastic bags in her lunch box anymore, but it’s been hard to figure out what to do with the small stuff, like Craisins. Enter this plastic Easter egg – the perfect-sized reusable container for dried fruit.
It’s funny how all these oddball behaviors that used to get eye rolls are now the coolest thing ever in my 11-year-old’s eyes, ever since her teacher the triathlete started their class on a sustainability project. Wrapping sandwiches in a bread bag is no longer embarrassing but “smart.” Reusing a disposable coffee cup until it begins to fall apart isn’t eccentric, it’s “green.”
As I mentioned yesterday, I’m getting tired of the word “sustainable” (not to mention “green”), but I love the concept – and I love being pushed by my kids to work harder at this. On Tuesday I finally took my bike out into a roaring wind for a 17-mile out-and-back slog on what could potentially become a back-roads route to work. I’m gonna count that as a down payment on May’s sustainability miles – though I wouldn’t mind coming up with a new name by the time I tally up the month’s total.