Back to the marshes of most southern Queens, for a few hours of solid physical labor picking up waste from Hurricane Sandy. Good god is there a lot of plastic in our lives. It was difficult to stay focussed on the activity of clean up and not get angry about how we live now. Or fantasize about how I’m going to never buy another plastic bottle, lighter, plastic bag, plastic toy, anything ever again!
It makes a woman want to go off grid, seeing the effects of the typical American lifestyle. Is there anything that can be done? How do we stop the tsunami of crap?
I’m glad I chose to spend my day doing the cleanup instead of going to REI for more coveted adventure gear. And the memories will make me pause every time I pick up something new- (even a lip balm- I picked 6 or so out in my tiny quadrant)
On Saturday we watched Bx46 at the Museum of the Moving Image. It’s a French documentary about the Hunt’s Point/ Fulton fish Market and the other industrial uses of that region of the Bronx. It was beautiful and disheartening in the same way as the scrap of tidal marsh at Idlewild Park. People work here, people live here, people are not the problem, but Jesus what a mess.
Tomorrow is No Complaints Tuesday. Any tips for staying positive?