Okay, so I do something I’m not so sure many other people chose to do and it’s clearly an inherited trait. Dad did it too. Okay, it’s…it’s…I’ll just come out and tell you. I use bar soap and I use the soap until it is totally gone. And I mean totally!
I don’t waste soap
Like dad, I also save and reuse paper napkins if possible (but prefer cloth!) and keep paper towels (ditto) the same way he did, until they’ve been totally used up! He’d toss, recycle or burn what he had to.
(Learned the saying from dad) and ya, it’s a proverb: if you use a commodity or resource carefully and without extravagance, you will never be in need, or, if one is not wasteful then one will not be needy. You get the point, and so did I back then and I still do today.
Dad would also say things like “It’s your nickel” back when the home phone rang in the 70’s with the cost increase to “It’s your dime” in the early 80’s! Which really both made no sense at the time. But the point is: my dad was cost conscious (boy oh boy am I too)! Dad was not wasteful and I greatly appreciate inheriting certain traits from him.
I miss you so much dad! I know you are a part of me that I will have forever. Here’s a picture recently uncovered. It’s of my dad Dick and his baby Amy! I have no idea where we are and why I’m wearing silly glasses! Pretty cute though, huh! My dad, always a good looking man!
I still look like this!
I am also quite cognizant of what I throw away. I don’t want to be wasteful and I don’t want to worsen any landfill with un-recyclable garbage (read: plastic packaging). I know plastic has many very practical and very useful purposes. But when it is used once and thrown away…that bothers me. Especially when I’m at a conference in a “green/sustainable building” and they serve all food items on single use disposal yet non-compostable products.
I recycle everything possible (and feasible considering time and other factors) and started composting (thank you to my sister Julie who gave me her used Earth Machine)! To me, the smell of good natural composition of kitchen and yard waste is incredible and to think of how it was made by helpful microbes, worms and other organisms!
When mixed with your soil, compost will revitalize it, make it healthier and more productive, and increase moisture retention! Can’t go wrong there, huh!? So, I use compost and spread it out in my yard and garden. I don’t use chemicals and pick weeds by hand!, plus I’m into the No Mow method of lawn maintenance (although Randy isn’t).
Viola! Beautiful lawn and it smells so fresh!
However, and much to my chagrin…we got moles. They must really like their meals found in our front and our back yard. The good can seem not so good when now my lawn is disfigured with raised soft ridges and scattered holes. So, this is all natural and meant to be, right??!
Have you ever seen a mole close up?
A mole is really interesting looking, lives underground and is nearly blind. There’s been a couple deaths ~ a baby and an adult mole ~ with corpses delivered by most likely my cat Alaska in the driveway and later buried by my animal loving husband Randy. Yes, I made him dig a hole and bury.
I read that although a mole can detect light it does not hunt using its eyes. Instead, it relies on smell (hence the interesting snout!) and on touching wriggling prey (hence those crazy nails) using sensory hairs on its face. So a mole is good for underground life. Based on my research : ) A mole is also territorial, strong, a hard working solitude industrious digger, and a natural engineer (just like my brother Michael).
So to safely say, I’m a lot like a mole. Yes I need to get new prescription glasses, there’s nothing wrong with my sense of smell, my nails are natural, and I have a somewhat fuzzy face according to my husband. There may be other similarities, but I’ll let you make them on your own!
I’ve talked to people, including my sister Julie, who have attempted to wage all-out war on moles without success. What I’m realizing is that molehills are signs that the soil is in good shape.
And I can celebrate that fact!
But there is lingering doubt and some anguish over the mighty, mysterious and resilient mole. And I’ve concluded a mole deserves respect, and as often as I can offer it, tolerance.
I see value and purpose in everything that surrounds me.
That’s because I’m a natural rehabber!
So, with this post, I ask you, My Attorney Reader, if you could use help in helping your client through the difficult maze of their claim, please let me help.
I won’t come to court looking like a mole, but I will show up acting like an industrious mole: ready to dig in, make use of forensic skills, realize the work won’t be easy, and never stop aerating!
I’m here to help you help your client. And, I love to help out using my forensic rehabilitation services! Thanks for reading my post. If you would, please read it again, and consider what I wrote from a metaphorical perspective. The point is the goal of my work is to discover new ways to highlight facts of your case. Thanks for reading again!
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This is a nice post. Nothing more industrious that the ever popular mole. Those are very nice glasses and your dad looks dashing in that 1960’s suit.