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?
