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107:Don't flush the toilet for weeks to save water cost. If you are really zealous, accumulate your bodily waste in buckets and dispose of them monthly by visiting your local sanitation facility.
111: Buy a scissors so you will never need to cut your hair again.
113: Stop buying red meat... there are plenty of stray cats and dogs running around and yes, dining on them will help save the world by controlling the pet population.
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I had to laugh at these because..... uh.... well.... we either do them or want to! (but not for the reasons you suggest.)
113: We don't buy red meat. We raise our own meat (chicken and rabbits) and we hunt (Elk and Venison - and occasionally Moose) and fish.
111: Yup. We do this too. Just can't be bothered to go to town for this.
107: Okay, we don't do this.... exactly.... but much of our life takes us away from indoor plumbing. We spend a significant amount of our summers on a sailboat. Occasionally we go on a backpack / camping trip (not the KOA sort.) The falls are spent at the hunting cabin (no plumbing.... we fetch water from the creek in a bucket for cooking and drinking and we take care of business in the biffy (outhouse). A portion of our winters are spent in Mexico - - - where - - -you guessed it - - - we use outhouses.
And... I really want a composting toilet for our house. I leave you with a poem - author unknown (poem found in Self Sufficient Living)
Our Marvelous Thunderbox "Loo"
Now the human being is a very strange beast with capabilities good and bad
Not frightened of nature, no not in the least our follies are often quite mad
The toiled that flushes fills our souls with glee
A brainwave by Thomas Crapper
Mixes shit with clean water and pours out to sea
as if the dirt did not matter.
Out of sight, out of mind, muck shoots down the pipes
An incredible fabric of magic
Squandering food for the soil as the water we spoil
It's a tale that is terribly tragic.
But all is not lost for at a marginal cost
Another solution comes easy
The composing loo; yes that's our reposte
And your tummy need not feel too queasy.
The vent goes up high, sending has to the skies
And the lid fits snug so no entry to flies
Two years it will take, our compost to make
and our river's not sorry the flush to forsake.
No water, no tricks 00 it's all built with bricks. The shit and kitchen waste too
All go together making food for hte soil in our marvelous Thunderbox "loo."