Unplug Your Microwave

          I'm giving myself a crash course in sustainable/green/organic living.  I'm gobbling up all the information I can find.  I've taken out about 17 books on these topics from the library, and I must say, some of my favorites are the baby books.  They're designed for moms-to-be as a way to raise your baby happy and healthy, but I find that their broad focus is exactly what you need when you're just getting started.  However, I am totally paranoid that people who see me reading them think I'm pregnant.  Not a thought I'd like to get around.  I actually find myself hiding the books from my boyfriend so he doesn't get worried.

          But, "What did I lean today?" you might ask.  Well while I was reading Green Baby by Susannah Marriott, I learned everything from the basics of organic foods to how to diaper a baby using cloth diapers.  But what's stuck with me is: unplug your microwave when not in use.  It's not going to save a ton of power, but, my microwave's only function is pretty much the clock.  Sometimes I reheat a meal or melt some butter, but I probably only use it once a week-- tops.  In the same vein, turn off your printers your computers, whatever.  Don't leave stuff running.  We all know not to leave the lights on, let's work to not leave anything on.  It's not like I'm telling you to live off a wind-up alarm clock or hand crank flashlights... but it would save some energy.

Change of Plan...?

          It's starting to look like some of my problems are solved.  Unfortunately, it means I will only get to play in the dirt for then next week, over Spring Break.  My seeds should arrive Thursday via UPS in Hanson (AKA "home", like the real don-to-earth where I came from and where I'm going type home).  Friday I'll be driving to home from Alfred (AKA "school" or "home"  depending on the time of year).  You see how this can get confusing?

          So when I get home (probably more accurately, on Monday)  I'll get to plant my seeds and they'll get to grow up all happy in a nice toasty greenhouse (I think).  So I'll plant them and then let them go.  Straight into the hands of my happy mother.  She'll take it from there and, with a little help from Marsha, my little seeds should poke up their little heads all happy and healthy and just waiting for me to put them in my nice homey ground when I get back again.

          I suppose that in the meantime I will just keep reading and share other green tidbits with you all.