“Ignorance and bungling with love are better than wisdom and skill without.”
–Henry David Thoreau, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849)
Well, it’s a good thing, Henry. I slapped up this quote because 1) It’s Valentine’s Day on Tuesday, and I thought it appropriate to make my newest post love-themed…sorta. 2) Because my love for the environment might be bungling and inexperienced, but hey, I’m trying here. Allow me to explain:
Last Friday, inspired by this Honolulu Magazine article on volunteering, I thought, “By Golly! I’ll participate in a community workday at the Paepae o He’eia Fishpond! What a novel idea! Splendid! Indeed!”
I even got 4 of my friends to commit to it too, but when I called to ask about parking, the receptionist informed me that the workday had been booked for months.
“Oh, my. Well, this is embarrassing. I had no idea one needed reservations to volunteer. I should’ve gotten a shmancy suit* for the occasion.”
So volunteering this weekend=epic fail. Well, okay, not epic. I made reservations for a later date to help out. And seriously, good for the fishpond! Not every site has a line of volunteers jumping at the chance to help out. Go you, O’ahu!
I guess we all just need to keep in mind that being good to the earth doesn’t have to be an “all-or-nothing” situation. But don’t use that as an excuse not to do everything in your power, even if you have to start slowly. My good intentions for the Fishpond were not put to work this weekend, but they will be in the near future. And there are tons of other ways to help. Check out the Honolulu article (above) for more ideas! (If you fail, I suggest reading some Thoreau. He’s a pretty good healer of wounded pride.)
Just get out and DO SOMETHING.
*Too bad I lost my pencil skirt. That’s right. I’m an adult, and I lost a good quality (and pretty) piece of business attire. Apparently, I’ve reverted to my preschool habits. (I was a very well-dressed 5-year-old.)
I admit it. Losing clothing is an untold (until now) hazard of biking to work. I am almost 100% sure I left my skirt hanging on the hook in the bathroom stall after changing for my ride home one day two weeks ago. *sigh*
I, of course, asked the security guard at the front desk of my building if there was a “lost & found” box.
SG: “Why? What did you lose?”
Me: “Um…my skirt.”
SG: “Oh..ummm….n- no. I haven’t seen any skirts…but I’ll let you know.”
It was so young. I had only worn it once. I’d have liked to think it was free somewhere, perhaps drifting down King St. after it fell out of my backpack.
But that was the end of it…or so I thought.
Me (walking into the building with several coworkers after a company-wide meeting): “Morning!”
SG: “Morning! Hey, did you ever find your skirt?!”
Me (ignoring the wide eyes of said surrounding coworkers): “Umm…no, but thank you. Bye!”
Awkward x 10. I thought about explaining myself. But it’s funnier this way…right?? (Someone please help me feel better about what just happened.)
Who doesn’t want to bike to work now, knowing special moments like these are in store?
And, everyone, keep Henry’s quote in mind this Valentine’s Day. Someone with the best of intentions may just not know how to carry them out successfully–Like that time I tried to make Southwest-style turkey burgers from a Paula Deen recipe after one beer (which apparently makes me lose the ability to distinguish between tablespoons and teaspoons) and ended up overdosing myself and my dinner guest on salt. (Sorry, Mark. Hope your taste buds have made a full recovery.) I feel like I should get him a balloon or something…
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