It’s been about a week that my site’s been down. I’m not sure what’s going on…I’m going to get someone smarter than me to look into it…grumble, grumble, grumble….
Actually, I can’t grouse too much because we’re home, and one of the best things about getting away is coming home. Home is where the coffee tastes better, the television is in the other room, we can cook our own meals, my cat can shed all her white fur on me, and all the books are on the shelves.
Plus, I’m going to one of my favorite spots this morning to hike. I usually take this trail with my six-year-old daughter, but this morning I’m going with Ann Herlin. See that huge rock? See the tiny people climbing it? C’s been scaling that rock since she was five.
I’m going without C for the first time. She’s pretty upset, but I needed a teensy bit of space after being crammed in the family car for four days. It’s supposed to be a hundred degrees out, but that’s okay. I’ve got my water packed up.
Speaking of water, I’m going through a bit of a dilemma here. I drink bottled water. There. I said it. I admit it. In this semi-public forum, I have to confess it’s my summertime beverage of choice. Instead of coke, or tea, I drink water. I usually get them in the five gallon barrels, which we recycle. I use reusable water bottles.
But my conscience is nagging me.
Our church went on a battle against the bottled water, because of all the petroleum that it takes to make the bottles and then ship them. Plus whenever they do a park cleanup, they collect hundreds and hundreds of the bottles–fishing them out of the lake, salvaging them from the bushes. They’re a public nuisance.
Then there’s this article, which says that our country’s tap water is safe, but it may not continue to be if rich people keep buying bottled water.
Our family recycles, reuses, and shops at thrift stores. We have CFL’s in all our fixtures. We go to the local farmer’s market for all of our produce. I’ve seen the Simpson’s Movie…twice. We’re looking into indigenous plants for our lawn, so we don’t have to waste so much water keeping this ridiculous suburban rug green (we don’t, by the way. It’s now officially brown). We are extremely careful with our water.
But I’m still having a difficult time giving up the Deer Park. The health advantages of water drinking are great, and bottled water tastes really good. And since Americans have begun drinking water, we have curbed our appetite for soda.
So there it is. My conundrum. I will, of course, stop drinking it, because…you know… following Jesus is mostly an amazing thing, which (personally) makes me a saner and better human, but sometimes it calls for a bit of sacrifice. Also, I care for God’s creation and the world in which we live. And I want my daughter to be able to take her children to beautiful places to hike.
But, unlike the other changes, this one’s really hard.