Pre-Christmas (as I have the last two years) I spent as one of Santa’s elves! Embroidering names and greetings on blankets, bathrobes, hats, towels, trolleys, etc at Colony Brands. It’s always been a bit of a downer to go into that warehouse big as a football stadium full of stuff stacked to the ceiling.
For some reason this year it seemed more problematic than the previous two. I suppose because of the uptick in environmental disasters—the Cedar Rapids’ Derecho last year and ours this past August. I mean, it is one thing to sit in front of your TV and watch Australia or someplace else burn or flood be eaten alive by a tornado or cyclone. It is quite another when the trees in your own back yard blow over, and a limb might take out your brand new deck.
Of course, the many phases of manufacture, transportation, marketing and sale of stuff—the hallmark of modern society—is destroying the environment. I had made a Christmas list, but I came home one night, tore the list into confetti and dropped in the waste basket. It just seemed sick, nay, depraved to want anything more than I already have. The more I looked at the stuff stacked 3 stories high, the sicker it seemed.
That didn’t fix anything: only resulted in me not get a hand pump for my bike tires. Cuz who in their right mind would get that for an old lady?
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