On Sunday Reid and I went to the grocery store and parked next to the cart hut. As we left the car, Reid pointed out some flyer pages on the ground and I dismissed them with a “someone will pick them up” and started away. Then, I thought of the less-than-diligent folks who come for the carts (whose job it probably is to pick them up) and the fact that Reid and I have many years ahead of us living in the accumulated mess, and went back and had her help me pick up the pages. It took such little time. I’m ashamed that I almost walked away from it but proud that Reid knew that picking them up was *our* job, not “someones”.
I learned a little lesson, maybe taught one and Reid and I showed that we love our Mother (Earth).