The other night our new school played there rival: Mara-nasty in basketball. Our friends from our home town, Bemidji came to the game. She helps coach the girls basketball team; he came for the ride and to discuss Grecpolis the virtual means he, my husband and their alliance are using to take over the world. We watched mediocure basketball, visited, devoured the opposing team's pizza, and took home one of the 2 liters of soda.
It was good to see some familiar faces and be at a social event. I had been questioning if this place was civilized. In comparison, to the large american cities I prefer to be in, this collection of unincorporated towns are not quite up to my standards of civilization. But it would be an accurate of the small pockets of people living in the remoteness of northeast Wisconsin. Although technology, retail, business does not parallel my idea of modern civilizations, the kindness, and resilience merits respect.
Wednesday night my husband was rushing me into the car his usually way: volunteering to carry my purse, telling me the car is running and we are wasting gas, and proceeding out the door. We were off to church, which to my foolish, surprise was 40 minutes of windy roads away. Hurrying, I finished putting on my winter layers, I knew I need caffeine. I grabbed my empty smart water bottle, and filled it with the soda given to me earlier.
Bottling your own soda: ghetto or resourceful?
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
A Whole New World
Recently my husband and I moved from a small town in northern Minnesota to a yet smaller, more remote place in northern Wisconsin. We were a few years out of undergrad, looking to start a new life together in a larger city, pay down some debt, then start graduate school. God had other plans for our lives. I longed to move back San Diego, CA were I attended college with beaches, night life, ethnic and cultural diversity. Instead we moved to Dunbar, WI, my husband's previous Baptist, Fundamentalist school, over 30 miles from the Walmart and Piggly Wiggly. Jobs are more scarce then grocery stores, but thrift stores and curvy roads are in abundance.
My resourcefulness is being put to the test. Will I find myself being 'Ghetto', "shabby and of low quality" as explained in wikipedia or 'Resourceful' like the wife in Proverbs 31 who "perceives that her merchandise is profitable", makes and sells, providing for her family?
You tell me: Ghetto or Resourceful?
My resourcefulness is being put to the test. Will I find myself being 'Ghetto', "shabby and of low quality" as explained in wikipedia or 'Resourceful' like the wife in Proverbs 31 who "perceives that her merchandise is profitable", makes and sells, providing for her family?
You tell me: Ghetto or Resourceful?
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