This wasn’t the work of ghosts, but it sure looked like it.I snapped on the kitchen lights at 3:00 a.m. to find one of the counters dripping with slime.It looked like the basement of the New York Public Library.As I grabbed a damp rag and a roll of paper towels, I thought about Ghostbusters and fresh produce.The slime, you see, came from a burst freezer pack.During the pandemic we’ve been using Misfits, a service that delivers fresh fruits and vegetables to your door.Early on, back in March and April, it looked like various shortages, apart from toilet paper, were here to stay. Every couple of weeks we’d get a Misfits box, so we’d at least have that.
Since fruits and vegetables are perishable, and since there is a time lag involved, they are packed with freezer bags.These cold-pack bags are reusable and we began sticking them in our ice-box.We have no free-standing freezer, so the unit atop our fridge was getting full.The last week’s pack had begun to leak in transit, and, being too busy, I’d set it aside until I could figure out how to dispose of it in the most environmentally friendly way.We don’t generate a huge amount of trash.We compost our food scraps, and being vegan we don’t have smelly animal byproducts to toss.And we recycle all that we can.I guess just “throwing it out” has become a kind of last resort.In the dark, the freezer bag made the decision for me and so I found myself mopping in the middle of the night.
It’s a small price to pay, really, to try to help save the environment.The past four years have contributed unconscionably to global warming.We tend not to care because those who’ll bear the brunt of it in the short-term are the poor.Industrialists can afford vacation homes in the mountains.Our lifestyles have an impact everywhere.We need to learn to think differently about things.Of course, that leaky freezer pack did cause quite a mess.The gooey slime was everywhere, but it was everywhere with a conscience.I have to wonder what happens to the world when leaders lack conscience.Unfortunately I don’t have to wonder long since I have the headlines to read.No, this wasn’t the work of ghosts, but unless we change our ways it could well be. And when those treating you like enemies are your leaders, who you gonna call?
Composting is a very biblical activity.Adam, according to the second creation account in Genesis, was formed from the divinely created dirt.Some scholars try to capture the word-play in that story by suggesting “human” was made from “humus,” but since that sounds like chickpea dip it may not help so much after all.Besides, we now know that soil has a complex and fascinating history.Erosion grinds up rocks.Organic matter dies and decays, forming the loosely packed substrate in which plants can survive, slowly breaking up the more dense pieces through the transformative power of water.It is, imprecisely speaking, a miracle.When Adam drops dead, he becomes once more part of the soil from which he was formed.It’s poetic.Elegant.Economical.
Now that we have a house we’ve decided to try our hand at composting.We’d considered it many times over the years since, what with recycling and hoarding, we’d managed to get our weekly garbage down to one fairly small bag.Besides, since our government won’t be nice to the planet, somebody has to.Institutional people that we are, my wife and I had to read up on composting before giving this very natural decomposition a try.Things have to be just so for the process to work perfectly.It was in the process of this reading that the biblical aspect became clear to me.
The trick is to make sure the neighbors don’t complain about the smell.That, in part, determines what can or can’t go into the compost bin.Meat and dairy can’t go into the mix.Since I’m primarily vegan such things aren’t generally here to be disposed of in any case.Even the drier lint can go there, for the clothes that we wear become part of who we are, right Henry David?And here’s where there’s a danger of TMI, although it’s good theology—cast-offs from our selves can also be composted.Hair, for example.The composting literature we have seems to take Adam himself out of the equation by specifying pet hair, but hey, mammals are mammals.The longer I thought about this, the more obvious it was that burial, ideally, is a form of composting.Giving back to the earth from which we’ve sprung.That simple wire bin out by the garage is in the process of making the substrate for new life.We may not be farmers, or gardeners like Adam, but composting feels like giving back somehow.It’s an act of creation.