Well we got here so lets celebrate! This is my third PFJ and definitely my most successful so far bar the plastic labels on the beer bottles and the plastic under the wine bottle lid, grrr ! Yes this time instead of waiting until Aug 01 to dash back to the shops for all the things I’ve done without, I’ve decided to continue on my plastic free lifestyle. I have even started to make my own skincare products; it’s not that difficult. Being plastic-free has made me slow down and go back to doing all the things I love, and had almost forgotten, like making my own yoghurt, jam, chutney and sprouts, and making soda bread on a Saturday evening listening to RTE Radio with the rain falling outside, bliss !
I now purchase only at Farmer’s Markets and Mannas. I bid fare well to our local Aus. wide grocery emporium monopoly holders Mr C and Mr W. Needless to say they were both very upset, Mr C went down on bended knee and begged, implored, beseeched me to stay and poor Mr W just broke down in tears. ‘No’, I said emphatically. ‘I’m not coming back. Most of your food is sealed in plastic and it is flavourless. I want real food, real cheese from a farm, real veg from the earth and real crusty bread ’ ‘But I gave you the Macro Organic range Mr W wailed. ‘Yes that was a good product’ I replied.’ but you packaged it in industrial strength plastic. I believe that food has to breathe. Your plastic packaging gets worse every year. Goodbye!’ I grabbed my hessian bag, sent the trolley careering down the middle of the isle, clicked my heels together, the doors opened and I left. I think that’s the only thing I will ever miss about supermarkets, the magic doors. So now I’m really enjoying my plastic free and TV free life. When the latter went digital three months ago I did not join in. Instead of watching second-rate cookery shows and not the Funniest Home Videos I view when I please and the big grey plasma power-guzzling box no longer dominates my free time. Well I never went plasma; mine was early 90’s little fatty! I can now boast that the other night I watched a youtube broadcast on ‘The Meaning of Language’ by the great daddy of linguistics Professor Noam Chomsky, and fell asleep! Sorry I digress, yes PFJ well we are at the end and its time to celebrate. For this you will one pair of tap dancing shoes, magic powers optional, and a real shopping bag, see illustration above, shoes 30 years old bequeathed by Mammy T. So put on your dancing shoes, place bag on head, do some groovy moves up and down kitchen, and sing at the top of your voice;
Plastic Free July
Tune ‘Jingle Bells’
Oh plastic free, plastic free, plastic free July
Oh what fun it is to be a plastic free person
Oh Plastic free, plastic free, plastic free July
Hurrah for cleaner oceans
Hurrah for Mother Earth
No more plastic bags
No more drinking straws
No more bottled water
And no more throwaway cups.
Grab your shopping bag
Don’t forget your cup
Refuse a straw and always carry
Your own bottle for a sup.