I've had the opportunity lately to spend a lot of time lately with people who have far less in resources and opportunity than I, but who seem far more satisfied and happy with their lives. (Not that I'm unhappy, but these people seem by my comparison to have so much less to be happy about)
This evening I picked up a college textbook I've been meaning to re-read since 1998. It's a Philosophy primer. I'm only on page 7, but it got me thinking about a cupboard in my kitchen.
Our little condo has acres of kitchen cabinet space. These cupboards are huge, deep and wide, with two sturdy shelves. They require me to get down on the floor on all fours to reach into the back to pull out things. Most of these are empty or sparcely populated with items rarely used (where is that gravy boat?). But one is the "appliance cupboard."
A few days ago, I was musing about those appliances. How much money I spent to buy and or repair and or maintan them. How much it might cost to store them if I calculated out the per square foot costs of my home. In this one cupboard are the following appliances (which by the way I love and I can't bear to part with).
1. A broken blender, but it still makes Margaritas, so it's worth its weight in salt.
2. A toaster oven that no longer makes toast but is perfect for reheating leftover pizza of french fries.
3. A waffle iron (used every Christmas).
4. Two small wine racks (suffice it to say, I've never had the problem of finding storage space for wine, but I keep them around just in case I were ever blessed with such a concern).
5. A "lean mean grilling machine"
6. A Crock Pot
7. A food mill
8. A Kitchen Aid Mixer (perfect for the pie crust I make twice (ok, once) a year.
9. A coffee grinder (I broke the coffee pot a few weeks ago and neglected to replace it)
10. An espresso machine (never use it)
11. A rice cooker (Rob likes it).
It occurs to me that in so many places around the world, the function of practically every electrical appliance in this tomb of a cupboard can be fulfilled with
two rocks, flame and a bucket of water. Now, I suppose I should return to the subject of extensilisim. How many days/weeks have we toiled to amass this bizarre collection of objects that I have no time to use because I'm so busy working to provide for my family? Instead of cooking whole foods, and spending quality family time together in the kitchen, we dust appliances and eat from styrofoam take-out boxes (as a society, not necessarily frequently at home...but we're far from knowing how to use the food mill without the instructions each time!).
Could it be that we're so busy living to work, that we've not had the time to live--and therefore discover the meaning of life? What if we worked to live, like those in poverty? Those who work to grind their grain with two stones, and thank God and the ground for growing it that they have enough to eat today? What if we truly celebrated "enough" and shared all of the rest?
Instead, I dust my fancy food mill, and stare agape into my 'fridge frustrated that there's nothing (nothing good, that is) to eat that doesn't require defrosting.
Well, I'd better stop there, I'm getting wordy.
Is anyone else getting snackish?