I’m the last person you’d expect to be green.
My profession revolves around the mass-killing of trees. And until a few years ago, I didn’t recycle. Having grown up in rural Oklahoma, I burned trash in a barrel in my backyard. Before my eco-friendly wife made me more urban, I thought recycle bins made great storage totes.
So, imagine my surprise when my neighbor came out from his house recently to thank me for mowing my yard with a battery-powered mower and using an electric edger.
“Wow, you guys are really green,” he said.
“Yeah, I guess,” I said.
Actually, the edger was my protest to the loud gas-powered edgers that the neighbors break out on Saturday mornings when I’m trying to snooze.
The mower was a great deal on Woot. My son was approaching that age most dads love — landscaping age. With the mower like a gadget now, the boy has taken to it. I like it because it hums and doesn’t drown out music from my iPhone.
(Full disclosure: Because of the economy I’ve had to let the domestic staff go, so that’s why I was mowing my own yard).
My neighbor says the next thing you know I’ll be driving a hybrid.
Hmmm. That’s a possibility because most of them are Bluetooth-enabled, and I could plug in my iPhone.
Being green ain’t so bad.