The YES! No Impact Diary: Day 5
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Energy! Ah, I thought, I got this one wired! Literally, as I have both solar photovoltaic (electric) and solar hot water systems on my house. So I woke up and had my usual shower, knowing that the water was hot from the sunny day before. Then I read today’s guide and they are talking about listing every item in your house that uses energy and deciding which ones you must have (mitigate) and which ones you can do without (eliminate).
I have gone the route of mitigation with the renewable energy systems I have put on my house. That said, even with Green Electricity, when you turn on a large load, somewhere on the grid, a gas-fired power plant is probably making up the difference.
Before I read the guide I was going to turn on the heat (gas) for a bit as all my housemates were home and everyone would benefit. It was a “balmy” 51 degrees; I did not want to torture my housemates with my experiment. After reading the guide, I turned off the heater figuring they could turn it on if they wanted to. I also turn off my space heater as well and put on, yet another layer of clothes. Since we have electricity for “free” we use space heaters in each room instead of the forced air heater. This is OK but not very social as everyone is in their rooms with the door closed.
Our house does not heat up on its own in the wintertime, so I was glad to head out to work on my bike later in the day when I could actually take a layer off before I headed out. Exercise is a good way to warm up.
I was home for lunch and had a cold cheese sandwich and sat outside in the sun to be warmer. Besides the solar energy systems, we have tried to make the house more efficient with insulation, sealing up air leaks, line drying our clothes and we recently got a front-loading washer. I missed out on getting a new refrigerator; first the cash for appliances program ended and then the year end sales ended before I could get motivated to replace our 20-year-old fridge. Sometimes the lack of the shopping gene works against me. I would have saved money and about 1/3 of the energy if I could have brought myself to head out shopping.
I did get out for a bike ride today as I retuned the hammer drill. Nice ride out there but a little chilly coming home. I did buy an extra ¼ bit for the drill owner, as he did not have one, so I considered this “rent” and good will for letting me use the drill. I got this job done without buying a drill, but doing this without energy would have been very hard. There is a small solar PV system at work so I will just imagine that all the electrons from that system just happened to flow to the drill I was using.
Tonight’s dinner was local rice and lentils with some broccoli on top. Low impact foods but longer cooking time. I made enough for a few meals so as to make good use of the gas used to cook this dish. My housemate was also cooking at the same time so we closed the kitchen doors and had cozy 60-degree kitchen as we talked about energy use.
These postings have been written using green electrons harvested from free-range locally collected photons.
At 5 a.m. I awoke to discover my 12-year-old son had been up all night "working." Now, I was certain that he was lying, but he was certain that he was not. At midnight I confirmed that he needed to finish putting his portfolio together so he really needed to go to sleep. He said he was wide awake and would get the assignments together right then for me to review early in the a.m.—a 45 minute job, tops. My son is a student in a home-based charter school and each quarter, they must submit examples of their work.
So I went off to bed, exhausted from figuring out a local meal and writing what felt like a zillion blog entries. I woke up in a sweat. It is cold in my apartment and I tend to sleep with the oil-filled space heater on. I jumped up when I saw the light on both under his door and his sister's door: he had never left his bedroom to go to bed. This was how I started the day. Lights ablaze in two different rooms with the space heater going right next to my bed.
And I thought today was the water day.
At 6 a.m., I was still awake, partially from my lying son's arguments and partially from the refrigerator humming, okay, pinging and growling for what seemed like interminable intervals. I pounced. I marched into my daughter's room where my son was temporarily set up while we did a deep clean on his room, threw back his covers, and gave him about 25 pieces of my mind. I thought this would relieve the twitching in my left eye, it only exhausted me further.
All lights extinguished, the space heater unplugged, his computer now off, my laptop long ago unplugged and off, I got back in the bed, drifted... then the refrigerator kicked on. It was 6:30. At 7:15 it was still on. Outraged at the power sap, I ran into the kitchen and turned it off. I went back to bed to awaken at 10 a.m. Meeting with the teacher was at 12:30. Now I had a migraine.
The other part of my trial yesterday was coffee. Coffee comes from very very very far away, unless you are drinking Kona on the West Coast and Blue Mountain on the East. Yet and still, it is one of those petroleum-dependent products that a number of us find it hard to live without. I was pleased that I made it through yesterday on one cup of tea—itself from far away. This morning, my exceptionally low calorie day, the stress of my son pretending to prepare, lack of sleep and the missing pot of french pressed organic shade grown coffee colluded to get their revenge. It must have been sweet.
I was concerned that I might be looking at the hospital.
Just then, my buddy Cooper Bates called—he must have felt it all going wrong—and we talked about how this little experiment has the audacity to call itself "low impact" when it is one of the most arduous things either one of us has ever done. Laughing good and hard while making some sad looking gluten free pancakes from scratch, I felt the throb in my left eye subside. My son finally got up at 11, pleasant, efficient, and capable. WHEW! I was slow moving, pounding back a pot of coffee trying to get the capillaries to open and give me peace.
And that's when I lost track of which day of the experiment I was on. And when I lost track of the fact that I had turned off the refrigerator. It was also the moment when I considered unplugging the microwave, except there were no instructions with it when we moved in here, so I was pretty sure I would run into programming problems. I forgot that last night I had found the plugs for both the dishwasher and the garbage disposal. I also forgot that I was making a pot of black beans for dinner later on as I packed my "no impact" bag with wax paper, reusable coffee mug, and stainless steal lunch pail for leftovers.
We walked out the door. It was 12:30 p.m.
We returned at 3:55 to a very warm apartment with a weird smell. Sakes alive! I had left the pot of beans on! Thankfully, that eye-based migraine had made my depth perception a tad special and I had put entirely too much water in the pot. The bad smell was simply beans cooking with too little seasoning!
We had spent the time after our meeting getting something to eat at the Counter since I almost passed out from the lack of calories and sleep. It was close to where we were, I was resetting the "low fuel" button on the dashboard a bit too much, and I just wanted to get back my life for a moment. After the humanely raised and grass fed beef on reusable flatware, we had to stop for gas because the light would not go off. Uh Oh. 5 gallons and $17 later (when did it get that costly), we headed back home. Beans on stove, friend coming over in 2 hours, bedrooms a wreck, blogs due; I saw the glass gallon jug for water that we left in our haste. Crud, I have to clean for my friend!
I worked to limit the amount of water use during the big scrub. We are pretty good as it is. The kids don't shower every day, one big wash down a week for the tiny one and wash ups unless she wants to feel "fresh." The big boy just fights the thought of water in general. I am allergic to chlorine, so I take sailor's showers: get wet; turn off water and soap up; turn on water to rinse; get out. I get sick when I have to wash my hair.
Then I sat down, glanced at the handbook and saw that Energy was the theme today. Go off the grid?! I laughed. At least the migraine had gone and I could smile again without looking like I was in mourning.
Aside from leaving a gas eye on the stove on for 4 hours straight (cause I still had to re-season those bland black beans), all lights were off, the refrigerator was off and the computers were off, two unplugged, one still in the socket. All cell phones were unplugged. The printer was unplugged, its usual state since I see no reason to keep it plugged in when I rarely use it. So I guess I decided to mitigate my use of power today. Or perhaps I got mitigated today by my own impact. -Veluma
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