So I was thinking: why not go all the way and make it a lifestyle? I could back up my existence in honor of economy, health, and the environment.
I don't think this is making any sense. I'll try again.
It's like this: I order spaghetti at a restaurant. Back that up to... Make spaghetti at home with a box of pasta and jar of sauce. Back that up to... Make homemade spaghetti sauce using canned tomatoes. Back that up to... Grow tomatoes and then make sauce.
It's not that I want to make life complicated. I like the thought of being able to make my own sauce, but that's not because I want to. I would much rather grab it at the store.
The reason I intend to make my own sauce is to be sure I know HOW to make it (and bread and jelly and soap). It's an investment for an unknown future.
What if food prices rise--even more so than now? What if we lose our jobs and need to penny pinch any way we can? What if our food supply gets contaminated? I want the peace of mind in knowing I can implement alternative methods if necessary.
Here's some backwards birthday wrap (from a previous post):
Went to a birthday party last weekend. This was the gift we took.
Did you guess the wrapping was a deflated helium balloon?
It's so sad when party decorations lose their passion.
I tried tossing them in the air, but they always drifted down again.
Fortunately, these balloons got a second chance at life.
Sherlock knew what I had in mind.
I cut open one side of the balloon. It could be used as a gift bag at this point.
kept snipping, though, to use it as traditional wrapping paper. I like
the way the material gave me a natural angle. I was able to fashion an
envelope-look on the back. Comfy in there, Sherlock?
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Always picked last
By Kris Kolk
Our family holiday functions are not complete without the
playing of board games.
Sounds like fun, but for me, it’s not. You see, many in my
family are scientists. Since we usually play teams on trivia games, I end up
sitting in silence while watching my teammates avoid the arts and entertainment
Here’s what happened on Thanksgiving:
“Oh! We’ve landed on a green square. Read us the science
question,” we demanded of the other team. Here was the question:
“What is the manner by which an amoeba’s contractile vacuole
releases water to the systole?”
The entire table of players (except one) groaned, because
the answer was so obvious. Our team almost took another turn without even
answering such a simple one; but our opponents insisted on playing by the rules.
Everyone looked to me while shushing one another. They agreed
to let me go solo since I’m rarely able to contribute. Unfortunately, the
answer did not occur to me so easily.
“I have no idea,” I admitted.
The house rumbled as nine people chanted in unison, “Exocytosis!”
Banter ensued regarding my negligence on pursuing all matters amoeba.
“Well, she’s had a long day,” someone justified for me.
I routinely petition our team to land at any pink or purple
square to prove I’m not as dumb as they think. I just enjoy different topics
than they do. Bach was a composer during the Baroque period. I also happen to
know what a lute is.
But they don’t even pause at my favorite categories, not as
long as a science question is within reach. The game is plagued with spicules,
quantum electrodynamics, and molecular orbitals. I must admit, though, I’ve
learned a lot from these mandatory lessons, I mean festive recreation. I now understand
what makes popcorn pop, the names of the bones in the hand, and that lemurs
The Thanksgiving game wrapped up as our opponents silently
read the last question of the game before agreeing the card must have been
misplaced from the Junior edition. I thought perhaps this would be my moment.
The question was: “What is the transformation rule for a
The answer, “v’=(det R)
(Rv)” was stated almost at the same
time as the question.
The game ended quick as a wink (approximately 1000
picoseconds). My hypotheses on pseudovectors were unnecessary. Fine with me.
All I really wanted to do was enjoy the season in a
traditional way. Nothing beats biting the phalanges off Zingiberbread men and
making angels out of chilly crystalline oxygen and hydrogen flakes.
I can't help reminiscing about when I was a stay-at-home mom--about 10 years ago. We were able to keep the bills paid and even had extra money at the end of the month for music lessons, pizza outings, and savings.
Where are we today?
Well, to say the money doesn't go as far as it used to is an understatement. In addition, I see no reason to believe the economy will get better soon.
How's that for a new year's sentiment from an otherwise "Pollyanna" blog?
It's time to get busy. Seriously.
Whereas frugality was a lifestyle choice for some, I believe it will become necessary for all but an elite few. But most of us will need to get super creative with how we live. Creative with food, creative with transportation, creative with recreation, creative with utilities.
Frugality is but a distant memory.
The good news is that when we start thinking about life OFF the treadmill, we find unexpected joy. By eating the food we grow, our bodies become healthy. By working outside to produce that food, our lungs enjoy fresh air and our muscles tone. By pooling resources with our neighbors, our communities strengthen.
Hey wait. Maybe this is still a "Pollyanna" blog.
How about a dessert recipe?
8 medium apples from your backyard orchard (Ha! Made ya look.)
1 1/2 cups brown sugar
1 cup flour
1 cup oats
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon nutmeg
2/3 cup butter, softened
Butter a 9x13 baking dish.
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Skin and slice apples.
Arrange apples in the dish.
Mix remaining ingredients and sprinkle over the apples.
Bake for about 30 minutes.
It's up to us to keep spirits up. We've got a lot of work ahead, but we can do it!