In my first post on this subject (Car-less – Part 1) I covered my family’s dilemma on deciding whether or not to buy a car. My second post (Car-less – Part 2) talked about how it is possible to live without a car in many places in the USA, but this post is now intended to explore the other side: why a car is very often necessary, not only in the USA but also in most countries of the world. Continue reading
When I moved back from Scotland, I quickly discovered that most of my clothes just wouldn’t work for Florida summers, but I kept the hope that I might use some of my favorite long-sleeved shirts during the winter. Well, I had forgotten how much most people used heaters in the winter in Florida. The best outfits ended up being my summer shirts with my leather coat so I could adjust for the changes in temperature. I ended up not wearing most of my long-sleeved shirts. As you know, I can’t stand to just keep something that I won’t be using regularly. These were also some of my favorite shirts. The only choice: chop off the sleeves!
It was very common when I was a child for those around me to use their culture of origin as the label to identify themselves. Those who had lived their whole lives in the USA would say, I’m Cuban or Puerto Rican or Mexican or African or Haitian or Irish or Scottish or whatever. I was never able to do that. My grandfather used to say I was a Heinze 57 because I could list at least 8 different countries of decent depending on how far back you wanted to go with my family tree and which branch you choose to follow. I find the ethic question on job applications very troubling. I look white and don’t speak any other language than English, but my Grandmother was born in Cuba. If I mark that I am Hispanic than I get a phone call from some Spanish-speaking person who I can’t understand and who often gets offended that I neither speak Spanish nor seem Hispanic in any way. When forced to answer these stupid ignorant surveys I must say that I am white even though it says non-Hispanic in parenthesis just so that I can be treated culturally the way I actually live my life. Yet, I have Hispanic tastes and cultural influences. Why must I feel like I am lieing either way? I grew up feeling confused because I didn’t have a label that fit me very well. Continue reading
The premise of this blog has been that life is better when we slow life down, savor the good things in life, and live intentionally. At one time five years ago, I was a fully employed graphic designer running around to the peak of business, yet both bored with life and stressed by it. Then I started my worldwide wanderings with my husband and had adventures to fill a life-time while still volunteering to do graphic design everywhere I went. The fact is I like doing graphic design. I especially like it when the ideas of everyone involved mesh to create something really beautiful. Continue reading
I started this blog mostly to be an encouragement to those like myself to slow down and savor life. In the past five years my family has gone through illnesses, hospital stays, deaths, financial loss, drama of relatives crises and divorces, personal spiritual crises, depression, homeless wandering, and extreme reduction of personal property. Even now, like many people out there, we are still struggling, but there is hope. Continue reading
This week I had the great idea of dyeing some of my ugly clothes black. I had a pair of bright yellow shoes that I got at Target for $5 six months ago. The problem is that I don’t like yellow and I don’t have anything yellow to wear it with. I bought them because they were cheap and I needed shoes. Second, was a pair of brown capris that fit me perfectly and that I really love, but was unfortunate enough to splash bleach onto it. Continue reading
So sometime at the end of the summer we will be moving again. Hopeful it will be to a town somewhere around the world in which my husband will have a full-time teaching position. This about how specific our plans typically are right before a move until just a few weeks before we pull the trigger and start packing. Since this will be our twelfth move in 10 years (whose counting anyways?), I have noticed that our boxes don’t seem to be doing so well. We have minimal furniture because the last 5 years we have lived in furnished accommodations and I can’t stand moving big furniture anyways, but we will need furniture in our next home. Since I am obsessed with simplifying our life, I felt that there should be some way of dealing with this. My discovery: CRATES!
Wooden crates are all over the Internet as great ways to cheaply make bookshelves, side tables, coffee tables, or whatever! You can get them for a reasonable price from HomeDepot and if you use screws with bolts to form your furniture, you can take them back apart to use them again as packing boxes. They can be stained, painted, stacked, moved, and completely usable in various floor plans. As moving boxes, they should stack in nice neat rows (I hope!) and should be more durable than my cardboard boxes. I just need to save up enough money to order a zillion of them since we transport a library of books many small high schools would envy!