After 23 days of trying to be plastic free, I find myself missing bacon.
I did find some at a local butcher shop, but I didn't want to trade organic, and humane certifications for non plastic bacon, so we have been doing without. And we talk about it with longing and nostalgia.
Besides, I'm afraid butcher paper has plastic in it too.
Plastic free is a hard discipline to follow.
I'm not sure it can be done 100%, unless you're willing to unplug from the mainstream and live a completely self sufficient lifestyle.
Otherwise, plastic will find you. It will come through the mail, and it will come via well meaning friends, family, waitresses and people in customer service. It comes from the bank and the government and the grocery store. It is all around us and all pervasive.
You can run, but you can not hide.
The good thing is, I am remembering to anticipate the arrival of plastic, and sometimes to head it off. Mostly by going without things.
If I'm in a restaurant, even one which uses glasses, I don't even order water because I know the waitress will stick a straw in it, even though I asked her not to. Because she's not really listening to my request, her mind is on a million other things. So I've just learned to bring my own glass water bottle with me into the restaurant.
"No thanks, I've got my own".
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