Shrinking My Footprint

shrinking my footprint

Practicing a low carbon footprint is easier than you might think. Everyone has a responsibility to reduce their individual carbon footprint. I encourage everyone to think about their lifestyle decisions and find ways to reduce their climate impact.

Reducing my individual carbon footprint became a personal decision when I saw American soldiers die in the Gulf Wars. Bush decided to invade Iraq in April 2001, six months before September 11th. The official reason was to improve Western access to Iraqi oil.

One might want to consider that the cause of military action had nothing to do with 9/11, the war on terrorism, the UN weapons inspections, weapons of mass destruction, Iraqi human rights or any of the factors the US government would like for us to believe are the true motives for war.

In my humble opinion, the only people who benefited from the war on Iraq were the elite wealthy oil men who financed Bush’s election campaigns and others like him who had personal investments in the oil industry. Since then, oil company profits increased by fifty percent that year alone because of the war.

Shrinking My Footprint

To play my part in avoiding the loss of American soldiers on the battlefield in return for oil, I feel it’s my duty to continue practicing a low carbon footprint. There are difficulties in managing large laundry loads aboard a small sailboat.  Fortunately, there were lots of friendly folks in town today who helped in pulling my cart of seven loads of laundry to Ms. Lee’s Corner Laundromat in Georgetown, Exuma, Bahamas.

Did I mention my pinky toe was busted from a tête-à-tête with a cleat? I limped like a drunken sailor.

Joseph was on his way to work when he and his buddy passed me at 7:45  am today. “Miss Tina, that looks like a heavy load! Let me help you.”

“You’ll be late for work,” I said.  But he would have nothing of it. He instantly passed his cell phone to his buddy, turned around, and pulled my cart the half mile to the laundromat.  My short legs could barely keep up with him as I dragged my busted foot behind me. Such is the kindness of the local islanders in Georgetown.

Also, look at my time savings at Ms. Lee’s.  I arrived early where a long line of yachties stood to wait in the parking lot for the laundromat to open.  So I sat down on the curb and waited.  An hour later, I was inside with seven loads churning away in soapy suds.  By taking the lot home with me, I saved 2 hours of drying time.  I have little patience for hot dryers.  I’d rather be home doing what I love best–writing.

Let’s check out my savings too.  Heavy beach towels and three sets of sheets along with personal clothing items would have cost me another $20 to dry.

I smile when I see my boat lit up in bright colors.  Tourists whizz by in their go-fast boats and stop to take a photo.  I hope I am passing on a moral inspiration by showing how I practice a low carbon footprint.

By late afternoon, my laundry is crisp and dry, ready for folding.

Who would like to come over to lend a hand and share in a bottle of wine?

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