Earth Day Makes My Head Explode

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She stood on our front porch with a burlap shoulder bag hanging across her chest and resting on her hip. One ear held a stretching plug while the other sported a dangly earring.  A beautiful nose ring, that any bull would envy, looped from nostril to nostril. She was an activist. I could tell immediately. Because the clipboard she held had the word ACTIVIST clearly taped to the back for me to read.

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Monet… painted a lot of Lily Pads. What’s not to love?


She announced herself as a member of Friends of the Lily Pads… (The real name of the group will not be used due to lack of paying attention.) …and started reading from her prepared presentation. “How do you feel about Lily Pads? Did you know they are under threat of devastating disaster and annihilation, along with the rest of the planet, if we allow rampant capitalism to continue?” (I’m paraphrasing here.)

At this point there were a lot thoughts running through my head, however, the plight of the lily pad wasn’t one of them. But I did blurt out the first thing that came to mind…

“WOW. Those are some pretty dramatic words you just threw out there.”

She looked at me puzzled and stammered, “What do you mean dramatic?” I could tell I had taken her off script and was confusing her because she kept looking at her clipboard trying to figure where to jump back in to regain control.

I smiled at her. “Oh, you know, throwing out those trigger words like disaster and annihilation all meant to panic a person. You see, I’ve done a little writing and I know how to use words to manipulate also.”

The tables had been turned and now she was a little panicked. I let her off the hook when I told her I needed to get back to my dinner.

What she didn’t understand is, she was talking to a person who came from a family that survived the depressionconserved to the point of not using all their war rations, had a milkman, Ernie, who picked up our empty glass milk jugs while leaving full bottles on the porch, we planted gardens, canned food, lost a job to the spotted owl and just got a dishwasher for the first time 8 years ago. (…which I will gladly sacrifice a lily pad to keep)

I wish this young activist well… along with some life experience. It will help the next time she lands on the porch of an old, crabby lady who just wants to eat her dinner before falling asleep on the couch…

… perhaps to dream of lily pads.

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Until next time… Cheers!





4 thoughts on “Earth Day Makes My Head Explode

  1. You were kind. I try to be kind but sometimes…..not so much. Our neighborhood gets targeted by all sorts of people because it looks affluent. Some of our neighbors are but we are retired. (Any affluent retired person would be in a condo someplace warm.) We get activists often but my favorite was the guy who came with cases of frozen meat to sell at bargain prices. Would you buy meat from the trunk of a old Chevy?

  2. Wow Kate… A butcher shop that delivers? And you didn’t take advantage of it? (smart)

    We have basically quit answering the phone and will soon quit answering the door. My new favorite is the landscapers who don’t want to talk to you, just want your business so litter your home by taping their flyers and cards to your house for you to find days later.

  3. I’m impressed/shocked that you even answer your door! I have one of those doorbell cameras cause I’m not answering for anyone I’m not expecting! Maybe I’ve been a city girl for too long…

    • Sometimes there are good surprises on our doorstep. We have a couple neighbors that bring us treats from their gardens and travels. And then there is family who stop by on occasion. Our boys have keys so when we hear the door knob rattling we always HOPE it is one of them. 0.o

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