An Inconvenient Truth

What a week. I think I know why I don't write more often than I do. I am never home! I had a client go into labour last week, while I was at another meeting with a different client, and so I went to Mount Sinai for the night. Her labour slowed so we finally went home to bed around 5:00 a.m. It happily started again on Saturday though and so I went from class at Trillium to birth at Mount Sinai and then back to Trillium on Sunday (there were 4 hours early Sunday morning where I was able to go home and change my clothes and sleep for a few minutes). A much loved, much wanted baby girl arrived at 4:11 on Sunday and everyone is doing VERY well!!

Last night Doug, Fergus and I (and sometimes Quinn) watched a movie that I wish everyone could see! An Inconvenient Truth is the new Al Gore release and it reminded me why we need to be more responsible. He talks of the world being a completely different place in 50 short years and that means that this chaos and catastrophe will most certainly be here in my children's lifetimes and very possibly during my own.

It's appalling the role big business plays in manipulating the governments of the world instead of it being the other way around. It disgusts me the way people treat the world as if it is disposable. I have been places where I have gone through the garbage pail in someone's kitchen to take the recyclable items out and put them in the recycling box. I often go back into someone's home to turn off their lights because they have left them on when they go out.

I am far from perfect myself and am certainly not without blame. We try to be environmentally responsible and eco-friendly but there are definitely days the boys shower longer than they should or we drive when we could just as easily walk. (And no, I don't think those are our only faults.) I just become so angry when people don't even try.

You can imagine the comments I receive when I am teaching a prenatal class and mention the idea of using cloth diapers. You know what? The people who seem to be most convinced that cloth is more work than paper are the same people who have never actually tried it. Isn't that odd?

I suspect this is going to stay with me for a while. It is the kind of movie I see myself watching every few months or even once a year to remind myself the value of sticking with what we know to be the better path.

I really hope there IS a place for our children to have children.

I'll write again soon. Maybe I'll be more positive next time . . . probably . . . Friday is V day!