Okay, I take that back. Sort of. When I was growing up there was a trail through the woods near my house where my dad and I used to walk. Now technically, the “trail” was actually a county road. But it was really nothing more than a deer path. So when they county finally came to put in an actual road, there were many trees that had to be cut down. There was one maple that I was particularly fond of and my dad practically had to drag me away from it so the county could cut it down.
That’s the closest I ever came to hugging a tree.
One of my favorite things about Netflix is the diversity. It’s also sort of a curse. Once you’ve watched all the must see movies of the year and exhausted seven seasons of Gilmore Girls, there’s only so many B-movies you can stomach. Enter documentaries.
Eric and I recently saw a few that have made us think, or rethink, rather.
Did you know that fish, turtles, and whales around the world are dying at pretty alarming rates…due to all the plastic we use?
I sure didn’t.
I find that terribly saddening that plastics make my life so much easier and yet, they end up in the oceans, break down and become killer fish food. I love Dasani and the only way to get it is in a plastic bottle. Very sad.
That’s all I’ve got for now. If one thing isn’t trying to kill you or the planet, something else is, it seems.