One in an occasional series, entitled The Lazy Mother’s Guide to Saving the Planet.
You know what I do not like doing? Shopping. It is all so darned complicated, what with the parking and the walking and the searching and the never-finding. I do not so much mind the crowds and the noise, if only each store would have a little display laid out in a discreet corner of the store labeled “Items Emily Is Shopping for Today.”
As you can probably surmise, online shopping suits me just fine. For groceries, however, even that can get stressful, because I unfailingly manage to forget some essential item until three minutes before the truck pulls up outside my front door, at which time it is a bit too late to log back on and request a half-gallon of milk. And, given the fact that we use three different kinds of milk around here (at least until Benjamin turns two), that’s a lot of kinds of milk for me to forget.
Fortunately, here in London, there is someone who will remember to order milk for me. He will then bring it to my front door, leaving it on the step, so that when we get up in the morning, there are little bottles of milk sitting out front. And he will do this three times a week.
Yes, it is true. We have a milkman.
He drives up in his little electric truck sometime in the middle of the night. I suspect he arrives shortly after the Tooth Fairy and shortly before the sun. He checks his little hand-held computer. And then, he leaves me bottles of milk. Actually, before he leaves my milk, he picks up my empties, provided I remembered to leave them out the night before. Because the milkman deals in glass, reusable bottles.
The only waste created is the tiny little foil circle on the top, which I put into the recycling. He is delivering to other families on my block, and he is driving an electric truck, so the delivery is certainly less emissions-producing than my running out to the grocery store would be. And, there are no plastic bottles to recycle.
I did not realize how many plastic milk bottles we were going through in a week until I signed on with the milkman. Suddenly, my recycling has been cut in half, if not more. Here, around the Rosenbaum household, we are saving the planet by cutting back on our recycling.
You may not live somewhere that has a milkman, in which case you are left with the options of either a) getting up at dawn to milk your cow, or b) buying your milk from the Super Fresh. You know which option I would go for. However, you may be surprised to find that there is a milk delivery service in your area. Spend ten minutes online and do a little research.
Just think, next week, there could be pints of milk, cream clumping at the top, waiting on your front step. It is like having your own little corner of the dairy section.
Also nice are the fruits and vegetables that are delivered to our door. They come in these nifty reusable cardboard boxes that we leave out the next week for the driver to collect. No plastic grocery bags, no extra packaging, and the driver is already delivering to the neighborhood, so there is an economy of scale in the petrol usage. The produce is organic and mostly local.
But, the best part is that I am free. You know all that time that you spend in the grocery store, squeezing melons and searching through apples? I never do that. I get to use that time for other important things, like taking naps and reading Please, Baby, Please forty-eight times.
This service I know exists other places, and if you are in the U.S., you can go here to figure out who does it in your area. Think of all the naps you could be earning.