Wrapped in plastic
I opened a checking account at our local credit union last week. (BofA outsources their tech support and charges a $6 monthly maintenance fee, so I’m dumping them.) My box of checks arrived yesterday, wrapped in plastic. Recyclable #2 plastic.
Now that’s the way things outta be. Don’tcha hate plastic that isn’t marked? Not that we go through a ton of it in our house, but still.
This reminds me of something else I meant to post a month or so ago. We were shopping at Earth Fare one day and I needed some quick calories. I bought myself a single-serving bottle of organic juice (raspberry smoothie flavor) and gulped it down. It really hit the spot.
I took the bottle home to rinse it out and recycle it when it hit me – this bottle, this plastic bottle with a single serving of juice, required a fair amount of energy to produce, plus some nonrenewable petroleum, to be put in service for a small number of weeks and then discarded. Well, downcycled anyway. I felt so guilty for the waste. I resolved not to go through any more single-serving plastic bottles, or single-serving anything that can’t be reused.
The first R is Reduce.

I never would have thought of that