So, I went out to get my mail one day last week. Now, I can say in all honesty that I am not very good at picking up the mail. In fact, I usually stink at it. As in, I don't pick it up. The reason for that is there are two things that come in the mail: trouble and junk. The former I have enough of in the person of caterpillars, weeds, hard water residue, and muscle stiffness. The latter makes me fearful for the future of the planet and therefore, crazy.
BUT. I have been trying to be better about the mail. Because T. has enough to do without sorting out the wheat from the chaff, so to speak. So, I went and got the mail every day last week. And last Tuesday, this was what I got. This is ONE DAY'S mail.
The stack on the left: junk mail. The stack in the middle: the worst kind of junk mail, the ones with the plastic envelopes that don't recycle. The stack on the right: mail, as in one magazine, one bill, one coupon, and one check. Four items out of what had to be 25 were actual, real mail. When I think of the time I spend going through it all, I feel sick. When I think of the trees, I feel murderous.
So, this week, I am taking a stand. You should to. Here's a great website to get you (me) started.