Monday, March 8, 2010
going to do with these seashells I keep picking up?
Since I've been spending more time looking down, I've also noticed the
trash and plastic that washes up on the beach. And it really bothered
me because there are so many shore birds feeding where the trash is.
So I started to pick up the trash but then I realized that my back
starts to hurt and the dog doesn't get a good walk if I'm constantly
stopping to pick something up. But I think I've compromised to
try and pick up a small sized bag (doggie bag sized) of trash on my
walks. So. Yeah. My life is not wildly exciting anymore. But screw wild, I'm happy.