For Bellingham I’m not that environmental. I’m somewhere in the middlish-ground and could be tossing a jar or wasting a trip when you’re not looking. I’ll use paper plates if I’m tired. I’ve thrown an apple core straight in the trash. I try but am not vigilant, and around here that makes me low on the green-spectrum.

But I still cut the six-pack rings. Just about every time I cut the rings, and worry if I don’t. I weighed it and did the percentages and they’re low that a young bird or animal would get caught up in my rings–> growing more and more restricted each day–> eventually choking on my plastic circle, my laziness. Odds are low and I don’t even like gulls but there is this leftover or left on obsession and voice or some video-image from my youth that grabs hold of me if I ever go to toss those rings and I’ll cut or rip them up wherever I’m at. I’ll cut rings that aren’t even mine.

I’m saving things. But then I do bad stuff.