Ever since our daughter brought home An Inconvenient Truth for us to watch this summer, I've been mulling over this whole global warming issue and what I, as one person, could do to help turn things around. The task seems insurmountable.
For starters, I live in an area where we need either our heater or air conditioner nine or ten months out of the year. We've installed programmable thermostats, and we try to set them for greatest efficiency, but remember, I'm of a certain age and sometimes my inner thermostat takes great issue with what the furnace or A/C is set at.
Then there's the whole light bulb issue. I started investigating those compact fluorescent bulbs and found they come in a variety of shapes and sizes--thankfully, not all of them those unattractive bare squiggly tube things. Our kitchen is lit by five 120-watt floodlights in recessed ceiling canisters. Every time we worked in the kitchen, we'd feel the heat. Okay, a place to start. Yesterday we removed the incandescents and installed five CF floods.
The first thing we had to get used to is that you don't get instant light when you flip the switch. The CFs sort of ease into it. For a minute or so you feel like you're walking into the twilight zone. Then the lights hit full strength and you're bathed in this gorgeous white glow. My kitchen countertops and refrigerator never looked so white! And we no longer get sunstroke just standing under one of the bulbs. That in itself has got to be an energy saver.
Now what to do about all our other trendy light fixtures that use clear bulbs . . . ain't gonna happen with a CF, I'm afraid. I tried a CF three-way in my chair-side lamp yesterday. Same "wattage" but it seems dimmer and also more golden. Not sure I'm going to like it.
There's probably plenty more I could be doing to "go green." Right now I'm feeling kind of blue about it, though. And seeing red every time I pass a gas station. Maybe a hybrid car should be our next investment . . .