It’s our week in the land of the free and the home of the brave.
The week when we dust off our patriotism, unfurl our star-spangled banners, and hitch our pride a little higher celebrating the land and country we love.
‘Merica A people united by an air of fierce independence and the ideal of unrestrained opportunity…
a strange mix even on the best of days.
Somewhere at sometime, someone once said, “Necessity is the Mother of Invention.” Experience has taught me truth in this and that very often, Hunger is her muse.
It’s a lesson my husband and I learned well through years of trying to keep a few pennies ahead in the positive column as self(un)employed artists raising and homeschooling a family.
There have been some really “creative” periods over the years and I sorta pride myself in my ability to “make do”…DO. I tend to think I can manage on very little and find alternative ways to make up the lack. Second-hand is fine; homemade is better. By the grace of God, we’ve always had everything we’ve needed and most of what we’ve wanted as well.
So if you asked about my current state of affairs, I gladly admit to being humbly content…sweetly satisfied. Blessed….without a hint of materialism or an air of entitlement in my soul.
Not much anyway.
Well…maybe just a titch.
Ok… a titch and a half!
I don’t like to think so. I don’t like to think I’m all that materialistic or have much of an entitlement attitude but a recent event has caused me to stop and “check my privilege”.
Allergies. It began with allergies.
Nasally stuff, you know… dust, dander and the what-not that plagues us here in the South. Nothing major but we’ve kept it at bay with a little red pseudophed in the mornings.
Sadly, we live in a world where evil seems to have a free reign, so this formerly over the counter medicine has moved up under tighter regulation. Now you have to show ID, sign for it, only so much can be bought, yada, yada, yada.
So we do it. No biggie…right?
Until it seems we get “profiled”.