Monday, January 24, 2011

Textbooks, Pancakes, and Shoes

I have had three recent financial dilemmas.

One was resolved the other night. Well, actually it was resolved a long time ago. Way back when I decided that education was important and worth investing money and time into. That would be about 4 years ago. It’s hard to believe that it’s been that long since I was looking at colleges, and making that “big step”. So the other night, when I had to purchase textbooks for the spring semester of my senior year, I could lay out the "plata". I don’t like the tune of $192, but it’s really quite low as far as textbook prices go. I’m sharing books with friends, and one class doesn’t even require a text. Ceramics. I can’t wait for that class- to feel the silky, sometimes obstinate clay beneath my fingers. I know that my obsession with the stuff will require long hours of my day- hours that I don’t really have. But I’m taking the class with one of my dearest friends, who happens to also be my roommate. So, when I typed in my credit card information to somehow magically transfer funds to the people who have the books, I had faith that they would arrive, and that the knowledge I will gain from these texts will be worth my investment. Dilemma number one: solved.

The next dilemma was on a much smaller scale. My recipe for pancakes called for 4 cups of rolled oats (I was doubling the recipe for a group of friends), and 4 cups of yogurt or buttermilk to soak them in. My yogurt is too precious to put 4 cups of it INSIDE pancakes. On top, perhaps. But not hidden inside all that gooey doughey-ness of delightful cakes. So, I cheated. I only put 1 cup of yogurt, then I put 2 cups of milk (of less value than yogurt, because I spent time on making the yogurt), and thinned it out with 1 cup of water. I don’t think anyone could even tell the difference! These pancakes are delicious, and hearty- so, I don’t think my frugality was too much of an issue.

My upcoming dilemma is yet unresolved. So, you see, I don’t like having lots of pairs of shoes. I feel that my society puts a lot of pressure on me to have the right footwear, though, so I recently caved in and bought a pair of $30 pumps that I plan to wear to a graduate school interview (if I ever get one…). I was okay with purchasing those, because, like the textbooks, they are an investment in my future education. But there’s another pair of shoes that I feel like I “need” to buy. You see, I have a pair of flats that I bought for $3 a few years ago, and I wore them a lot. They are tan, and I wore them with just about every outfit.

I took them to Africa with me. Constant contact with the soil was a bit much for them, and so the cobbler at the corner of Kabalagala and Zzimwe streets stitched them up for me- almost as good as new.
So I brought them home again (nearly 2 years ago), and I’ve been wearing them ever since. Or rather, I was wearing them. Until my roommate threw them in the trash, telling me that they are not healthy for my feet. I pulled them out of the trash. But then it became too cold to wear shoes that have dime-sized holes in the bottom, so they are simply languishing in a drawer.

I have one other pair of flats- but they are basically moccasins (fake moccasins, not to be confused with the real moccasins that I made out of deer hide). The cost of these flimsy shoes was $20. And they weren’t worth it. They wore thin very quickly. Nothing like those $3 flats. And I have 2 other pairs of shoes that I wear during the winter- one is a pair of pink boots from a friend who now lives in TX and doesn’t need them any more. The other pair is a pair of brown clogs. And I shuffle when I wear them. A man at work asked me to stop shuffling. And then, guess who, my roommate also asked me to stop shuffling. She reminded me that my feet are important, and I should take care of them. Yes, I should, but I spent money on these clogs. I feel guilty not wearing them. So now, I think that I want to invest in Toms. It sounds like a good idea- if I buy a pair for myself, a pair will also be sent to a child in need. They can be worn with many different outfits, and they’re pretty trendy right now. But I don’t know if I want to give in to the trend. This will take a few more days of consideration…

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Thoughts on a Snowy Day

My heart is thankful. Overwhelmed. Comfortable. Confused. I weep for those that I have met that live in poverty, those who don't know where there next meal is coming from. It is difficult to not be overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation. In order to not be overwhelmed, I focus on living graciously.

I am excited to be leading a trip back to Bolivia this summer, excited to return to the small community in the Andes Mountains. But I'm nervous too- nervous that I won't truly be making a difference in their lives, nervous that some logistical issue won't work out.

My words are stunted. I don't really know why I'm blogging today, because I don't really have thoughts on my heart that words can express. These are more just feelings, and thoughts of those who don't have a warm home they can curl up in when it snows outside.