Posts Tagged ‘recycled bags’

Recycling Potential

Monday, April 19th, 2010

To years ago, I celebrated Earth Day buying a Lilac tree from a yard sale, and planting it in my very bare front yard.

This year, the base is age appropriate, but the buds – ohhh  the buds – are ripe and teasingly large.

The seller, a woman (now my friend) who generously thins her gardens and sells (for pennies) to frugal  gardeners (like me), spent the time to tell me where to place my new “stick”:  how to amend the soil, how  deep to plant, and how much water it would take for my new acquisition to establish and move from potential to tree. Even though it was a thinning (to some, a throw away) from her garden, she wanted to make sure I had the knowledge to plant successfully. It was actually more of an adoption than a sale.

As I use my Patriots’ Day holiday for yard work, I’m reminded that everything I plant is a nod to potential and hope. Perhaps if we decided to treat our yards, our neighborhoods, or towns, our states, our country, and our world as a young dependent, we’d be more gentle, more kind, more attentive and more respectful.

Countdown to Earth Day 2010!

Recycling Listening Skills

Thursday, March 25th, 2010

Bennett knows I’m an avid recycler and that I can’t throw anything away. He’s also smart enough to know that if he sits under the table and stares at me with those sweet, little eyes, I will probably share what’s on my plate. (He really loves my new way of eating.)

Don’t let his posture fool you. He’s not begging; he’s listening to me talk about our Earth Day plans (high holidays in this house) and our wavyo bags. (We’re doing a trunk show at the USA Fitness Center for Women in Mashpee – details to come!)

I know where I’ll be for Earth Day; what are your plans?

Recycling Favorites

Sunday, February 28th, 2010

Each time I pull a cookbook out to look for a recipe, my side by side stacks get a little more wobbly. And because I like to live dangerously, there are a few little, weird, breakable items (an old ashtray, holding a crystal candle holder, holding paper clips, pennies, and a lonely earring) in the middle that threaten to fall and shatter. Today I decided that holding my breath each time I walked by that bookcase was just silly (and I was getting lightheaded), so I started removing, dusting, replacing and balancing the tilty piles.

Under Salad Days by Marcel Desaulniers, I found a book I bought several years ago: Poems Seven: New and Complete Poetry by Alan Dugan. Going right to the bookmark, I was, again, treated to poetry perfection.

Now I know what was calling me from the kitchen: It wasn’t the precarious pilings, but a poem unlike any other that brought me joy then, as it did again today.

Thesis, Antithesis, and Nostalgia

by Alan Dugan

Not even dried-up leaves,

skidding like iceboats on

their points down winter streets,

can scratch the surface of

a child’s summer and its wealth:

a stagnant calm that seemed

as if it must go on and on

outside of cyclical variety

the way, at child-height on a wall,

a brick named “Ann”

by someone’s piece of chalk

still loves the one named “Al”

although the street is vacant and

the writer and the named are gone.

Recycling Hot Flashes

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

When I tell you I’ve tried everything to ease the menopause beast, you have to take me at my word.

I started the old fashioned and conventional way: an arsenal of prescription drugs. My first experience with my new anti-depressant left me unable to drive and drooling. My doctor said I had to give my body time to adjust: to what – catatonia? Back to the crawly skin and the hot flashes; drooling is not a good look for me.

My non-traditional efforts started with a weekend of pouring (all of) my pee into a gas-can-like container to be sent off (to Virginia, I think) for analysis. Then we (myself and my NEW doctor) worked on finding just the right combination of vitamins. The problem with this method is that you have to take take the vitamins, assess their usefulness, and then reevaluate: add some, take away others. An expensive little equation because, of course, vitamins (and most holistic doctors) are not covered by my insurance plan.

So I seem to have reached a detante (this is such a great post menopause definition) with my hormones and my body, but I’m left housing all of these unused and rejected vitamins. Most of them have expiration dates, making them easy to throw away, but what about the viable ones?

Since our wavyo bags are made out of recycled, post consumer plastics, perhaps there is something that can be done with my (and your) cabinet full of pre-consumer vitamins.

Any thoughts?

Recycling Dating Tips

Thursday, February 18th, 2010

There are some questions you should never ask. “When are you due?” is one and “Did you have a nice Valentines Day?” is another.

Valentines Day is a set up. With the addition, or omission, of a flower, a card, or a chocolate, the lonely feel lonelier, the unhappily coupled feel unhappier, and the lovebirds bask in their world of temporary euphoria.

For those of you looking for love, may I suggest sometime easy, inexpensive, and attainable? I’m talking about our new wavyo mini tote bag. For less than $20.00 you get a really smart-looking bag made out of recycled, post consumer plastics; the strategically placed message on the bottom of the bag, “your bag or mine?” is a conversation starter; and as you flash the message at a potential sweetheart, you can save yourself a lot of time (speed dating for greenies) and unnecessary alcohol consumption (well, there has to be an upside) by assessing his or her political persuasions!

You’re welcome and want to hear all of your success stories.

Recycling Workshop Info

Wednesday, January 13th, 2010

Running late, I jumped into the shower while brushing my teeth. With toothbrush and drool dangling (it’s OK, I’m in the shower), I apply shampoo directly to my head.

Brushing while lathering is not as easy as it sounds, and once again, I had to stop and laugh at myself.

THEN I remembered a great teacher workshop I attended a long time ago. BrainGym – a number of movements to be performed before sitting down to a long day of classwork – can help kids (and adults) connect and/or awaken both sides of their brain, assisting with concentration and focus. (At least that’s how I remember it.)

So unintentionally, I recycled a long ago training and rediscovered a whole new set of morning exercises. Forget the gym. I’m now using  Awkward Ablutions to perk up my morning and my mind. I’m just curious to see if anyone notices….

Recycling the Uninhibited

Saturday, January 2nd, 2010

Combine an over enthusiastic nature with impressive amounts of Grey Goose, stir in the perfect combination of family and playmates, and garnish this combustible concoction with a dash of dancing favorites.

For the young = a perfect evening.

For the young at heart = A strained, pulled, and over extended (including typing fingers) wreck of a body. I’m blaming Sister Sledge and the Black Eyed Peas.

Recycling Reindeer Treads and Resolutions

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

I’m a list girl, and I love the end of the year bests. Best songs, best books, best scandals, best movies – a totally biased review of what we’ve all been through together.

I also have my own personal lists, and right at the top of my gratitudes I place this sweet, rescued letter to Santa. I love this letter because

1) it mentions my name and invites Santa to the most happening holiday party on the Cape.

2) the letter doesn’t ask for anything. It invites the big man to stop, take a load off, enjoy some refreshments, refuel and re-energize. There might be the implication of, “…and then get the heck back out there…,” but you don’t really know. It’s all up to the reader’s interpretation (like everything in The Chrysanthemums by John Steinbeck).

3) nothing is more amazing than children when they start to connect the dots of written language: the misshapen letters, the mixture of capitals and smalls, the not enough room on this line, so I’ll finish on the next….

4) and how can you possibly resist the “Sincerely”? Not the gushy ass-kissing all my love, or I’ve been the best, or I can’t wait for you to get to my house; that other kids write.  Simply sincere and restrained excitement from three, very lovely, little boys.

So if lists and resolutions are not your thing, you are welcome to a few of my mine.

1) Do more entertaining: friends and family are the finishing touches of a well lived life.

2) Eliminate the expectation of receiving and concentrate on the giving.

3) Take more classes, attend more lectures, listen to more music, write more, and continue to grow.

4) Exercise restraint and focus on truth telling.

What does your list look like? Happy New Year from wavyo.com!

Recycling Holiday Stories

Thursday, December 24th, 2009

Husband is out doing last minute shopping; Wavyo bags packed and delivered – (Call if you need more. I will deliver!); Carols are on; Snow is falling; Soup is on (vegetarians – check); Ham is quivering and a-waiting the big heat (meat eaters – check). Merry and bright.

Last minute supply check before venturing out: tape, gingerbread house, stocking stuffers, toilet paper, foil and brush for ham….

WTF!

Emergency – holiday spirit in the crapper. Nemesis struck and I am furious. I don’t have one of those cute stocking-capped , snuggled-in-the-wall-with-a-sweet-piece-of-holiday-Gouda mice, I have a major-sadistic, a-hole of a rodent-thug who, during the night, ate my favorite (and only) pastry brush.

My goal for tonight – not a creature stirring.

Merry Christmas wavyo friends! And to you all – happier and healthier goals for the holiday!x0×0x0×0

Recycling Honor

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

I don’t know how you talk to young children about war, and really, at what age do you introduce the notion into their lives? If you are in the service, I guess you have that conversation sooner, rather than later.

Perhaps you start with concepts like commitment, absence, and honor. Maybe then you add a little geography: Iraq, Pakistan, Congo, Gaza. And then you take them to an event, like your local Veteran’s Day celebration, and you hold them in your arms while you sing American the Beautiful.