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Recycling Vacation

Wednesday, August 25th, 2010

Thanks to those of you who wrote to say you missed my blogging. I’ve been negligent and I know it.

I’m having a college student summer: working, but not enough to get in the way of my real goal which has been to enjoy each and every minute and summer opportunity that comes my way.

Since my last post, I’ve I’ve seen one of my favorite singer/songwriters, Richard Shindell, in Wellfleet, watched and responded to some incredible new film talent at the Woods Hole Film Festival (A LIFE TAKEN by Josh Banville was my favorite), ridden the trolley from Falmouth to Woods Hole, listened to free, Friday night music on Peg Noonan Park, danced to the sounds of a hot, Afro-Brazillian martial arts band (and was served free beer!), heard some new-to-me (Jarita Davis) and glad-I-was wearing sunglasses (Christine Rathburn) poets at an outdoor reading, entertained out of town friends and family, participated in the best beach bonfire and bluefish cook-off, jumped till i was sore off the second tier off my sisters houseboat, hacked through my weedy gardened to get my best ever tomatoes, cucumbers, wax beans,  and fresh herbs, and watched Ooch perform his magic with yoyo’s and children. (And that was just July;-)

So what does one do after such an amazing and satisfying not-yet-over summer? Work with gusto, is what I’m thinking. So even before you can say September, we’re having a  WAVYO end of the summer sale! With 20% off our already low prices (I’ll be sending you a coupon through this site), you’ll be able to buy bags for yourself (our yoga bag is my new favorite), your friends (the mini bag is perfect for gift stuffing), or family (grocery bags for the not yet green members).

There are a few summer weeks left, so celebrate every second, don’t hurt yourself, and order your end of the summer and back to whatever you do bags at http://www.wavyo.com/shop.

Recycling Ice

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010

Yesterday, as I made my morning iced tea, the essence of the cubes tickled me : functional, unlimited, useful, cool to the touch, almost beautiful.

As I tripped over to the door to let the dog out (picture Belle in a large hoop skirt), I realized I was experiencing a moment of contentment and happiness. And it was nice.

Ten hours later on the Dr. Oz Show, there were two guests: a happiness teacher and a woman who is unhappy all the time. Tips and strategies were discussed, and a fake-it-until-you-make-it plan was agreed upon.

After much rumination and connecting of dots, I decided to be thankful that a) I don’t need a happiness teacher, b) my unhappy times are balanced by moments of bliss, c) that I can recognize and experience joy without a plan, and d) both my husband and I fill the ice trays when they are empty.

I guess it’s the simple things….

Wavyo Spotted in Paris!

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

It’s unfortunate that our bags travel more than we do. But like a Flat Stanley sighting, you’re just glad someone is traveling and recording the wish-you-were-here results.

You might not make it to Paris this summer, but what about a Cape Cod visit? We have gorgeous beaches, fabulous restaurants, a vibrant arts community, and lots of kid friendly activities.

We also have tons of great boutiques and unusual stores. You can go to the GAP anywhere, any day, but you have to come to North Falmouth to visit the new and always changing Little Point Cooperative.

I would call Little Point a recycling haven. Old Noritake and English stoneware, handcrafted birdhouses and Tiffany chandeliers – you never know what you will find, and the inventory changes daily. But the best part? You can pick up your own WAVYO bag (or leave an order for one if they are out)! Forget shipping and handling. If you are in the area, and Little Point does not have the bag you want, we can get it there within 24 hours.

So while we might not always have Paris, we can drink to Paris on the beaches of the Cape .

Recycling Skinny Bitches

Wednesday, June 30th, 2010

My father is a very funny man who is most comfortable speaking in cliches. Two of his favorites: It’s my way or the highway & You get more flies with honey than vinegar.  These axioms also reflect his parenting philosophy, and I attribute them to with my split personality. I HATES being told what to do and I got out of my way to be nice to people, even when I don’t want to or they don’t deserve it.

Last weekend, I bought a ten cent copy of Skinny Bitch: A no-nonsense tough-love guide for savvy girls who want to stop eating crap and start looking fabulous! by Rory Freedman and Kim Barnouin at a yard sale. While the name is certainly intriguing, I was more interested in the #1 New York Times Bestseller seal of approval. I wanted to know how Skinny Bitch ended up on the best seller list.

Samples of my yard sale find:

Chapter 1: Give It Up “Coffee is for pussies. If you can’t wake up without it, it’s because you are either addicted to caffeine, sleep deprived or a generally unhealthy slob.”

Chapter 3: Sugar is the Devil “Don’t shit or piss yourselves, but all of these natural sweeteners possess one or more of the following health benefits: enzymes, calcium, iron, postassium….”

Chapter 6: The Myths and LIes About Protein “Do you think an avocado, which is a fruit, is going to turn you into a hippo? Common sense, bitches.”

Chapter 8: Pooping “How much are you putting in your mouth, and how much is coming out your ass?”

Perhaps if I wasn’t lugging the baggage of my upbringing, this book would make me laugh, but it didn’t. This book made me crazy and it offended me as a reader and writer, a woman and an eater of healthy food. It wasn’t the swearing (if you know me, you know that I have a salty way of expressing myself) and not because of the content (a lot of it mirrored my eating philosophy and habits), but because these two women dogmatically declared, over and over and over again, in the most offensive way, that if you don’t follow the tenants of their book, you are a morally bankrupt,  without worth, big fat pig. What????????????????????????

Are people really motivated  by name calling abuse? Apparently they are because, again, this book, if I am to believe the cover, is a #1 New York Times Bestseller.

So how many books have to be sold to be considered a bestseller?  Wikipedia says, “In everyday use, the term bestseller is not usually associated with a specified level of sales, and may be used very loosely indeed in publisher’s publicity. Bestsellers tend not to be books considered of superior academic value or literary quality, though there are exceptions.”

Whew. I feel better, but I still I want my ten cents back.

Recycling Cape Generosity

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

The shadows are long; it’s late in the day.

The pots are hanging on the outside of the fence.

The sign on the post says HELP YOURSELF TO CUTTINGS – signed with a tiny heart.

When and where do you ever see that type of generosity and sweetness?

Tonight I’m making herbed chicken.

Recycling Oil

Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010

Have you noticed that when people are doing great things, if we are anywhere in their vicinity, we assume and air of familiarity and claim them as our own?

When Siobhan Magnus (loved her) was on American Idol there were regular updates on the front page of the Cape Cod Times.  (Lee’s sweet, but Crystal was robbed.)

When the local sports team(s) are on fire – Go Celtics! – we strike up conversations with strangers, touting the prowess of OUR team.

Wouldn’t it be something – wouldn’t it be f*^&%^$ incredible – if  Scott Smith, a Cape Cod entrepreneur, had the answer to the obscene and out-of-control BP debacle? I’m praying that Opflex is the answer.

Recycling Pain

Wednesday, May 19th, 2010

On Friday, the world tilted in a way that rearranged our family equilibrium: forever. At fifty three years of age, Harry Strout died of a massive heart attack, leaving behind three devastated daughters.

As they navigate their way through funeral arrangements, their grief is raw, and there is nothing we can do or say to lessen their pain.  As extended family, we tackle our to-do lists with gusto; anything to appear helpful, while feeling nothing but impotence. In other group projects, each completed task is met with checked accomplishment: in this case, the finished to-dos take us closer to the services and the fear that once all is done, the cauterizing, that never was,  is out of our hands.

Harry Strout did a number of things well, but his greatest, crowning accomplishment was the way he loved his daughters. He loved them completely and truly, and that will be his everlasting legacy.

Service – Coonamessett Inn, Jones Road, Falmouth. Saturday, May21, 2010, 2:00 – 4:00. Reception to follow.

Recycling Lawn Ornaments

Tuesday, May 11th, 2010

There is this large, hard-to-hide, concrete  N Star thing in my front yard, and apparently, it’s here to stay. To make peace with this hideous thing, I decided to plant around it. When the hostas do their job,  I will  not be able to see the sides of this free-art platform, and the top, I will deal with when I have more time.

I was at a yard sale last weekend and I spotted this mouse. It was in the  free pile, so I popped it into my car for my mother: she likes lawn ornaments.

Home again, I decided to take Bennett for a walk. It’s never a brisk walk, because Bennett loves to check for pee mail from his friends and I, as an avid e-mailer, am completely sympathetic  to his outreach enthusiasm. Around the corner on Noisy Hole Road (I kid you not) someone (and I’m assuming it was a tween or teenager) had drawn a long, thick, surprisingly realistic-looking penis.

Looking at the penis, I was thankful it wasn’t directly in front of my house. Is there such a thing as indelible chalk?  Would I now have to give directions like, “take a right at the big penis, then take an immediate …”?

So instead of giving the steroidal mouse to my mother, I decided to use it on my N Star pedestal. It’s an experiment. How long will the penis-drawing people (they might not be tweens/teens, but toddlers don’t have the dexterity and adults have usually worked through street art and progressed to the privacy of Internet porn)  allow such a delicious target to exist?

It’s been a solid week and he is still standing. Maybe there is a sort of code among street artists….

Simply Recycling

Monday, May 3rd, 2010

Entering the Provincetown Center for Coastal Studies, you are greeted by a pod, or coven, or a pride (what is the right word?????) of  rays.  The placement near the open, mega-glassed entrance, uses the available light to add depth and movement to these sweet and welcoming  sea creatures.

As a Cape Cod native, anything sea speaks to me. But then, when you add raised and rusty eye nails and recycled coat hanger bodies, the work moves from art to a spiritual experience, and back again….

Recycling Gardening Gold

Wednesday, April 21st, 2010

Earth Day in our house is not a huge present, card, or hoopla holiday, but unexpected deliveries are so wonderful, don’t you agree?

On Monday, my brother-in-law came by and dumped a whole load of recycled, decomposed, horse food right into my garden, making me one of the happiest gardeners on Cape Cod.

I’m not sure if this was an Earth Day or Weed Day gift, but either way, I am happy, inspired, and excited about the health of my garden.

Now if I can just get Mother Nature to cooperate….

So happy almost Earth Day: celebrate as you see fit;-)