What do you know about your local economy? We talk about supporting small businesses and buying products that are made here in the USA, but why does that come second to a sale on an imported good? Why do we have to have Small Business Saturday to remind us to support our local entrepreneurs? We talk about a floundering economy but we are so willing to give our money for goods and services rendered from foreign lands when we could so easily keep some of that money right here by shopping locally.
Now, before I get into trouble up here on my soap box, I have to say that I am not so high-and-mighty in my small-town Americanness that I would ever bash another country or culture. There is nothing inherently wrong with buying imported goods and it is not the purpose of this post to belittle anyone who chooses to shop at supermarket chains, but let me pose a scenario to you:
Let’s say you spend $40 per week at the supermarket of your choice on fresh fruits and vegetables. You get the things you like, many of which have been imported, and everyone in your family gets fed. Easy enough, right? Well what if you took your $40 to the local farmer’s market or produce stand? You got everything you wanted, you were going to buy it anyway, and the supermarket is not going to miss your $40 contribution to their bottom line, but that $40 can help to pay the rent cost for the person running the stall at the farmer’s market or the produce stand. When you go to the local hardware store and pay $2 more for the same brand tool or product that you would find at a larger home improvement store, you keep alive the dream that the proprietor had when they opened up shop in the first place. That money that you were going to spend anyway is not just money in their pockets like it is with the CEO’s of large corporations, it’s food on the table for their families just like it is for yours.
So I ask again, what do you know about your local economy? How many self-employed individuals work within 10 miles of you who would be honored to provide you with their goods and services? How many have you not even thought of or met yet? The next time you are given the opportunity to make your community a better, more-rounded place to live, please don’t hesitate to do so. Please buy small.
Let me just throw this out there: He-Man showed out!
I mean, I did have to leave out the sale paper with the necklace circled, the after-tax price calculated, AND remind him that the paper had not been laying under his face so conspicuously for no reason, but he pulled through. Then he surprised me with flowers. There was a semi-torrential downpour laying siege to this little corner of nowhere when I heard a knock at the door. Angel, of course, brought it upon herself to try to take this unknown interloper down. When I finally got her penned up – still barking – in the bedroom, I was able to let this soggy little man into my house. It was the local florist.
Now, before you all go judging me on the clutter and candy in the background, allow me to inform you that I am packing
five days in advance to go to Tampa for He-Man’s birthday. ‘Cause I’m sweet like that. And I guess that’s why I ended up with flowers. I have had a long, disappointing string of relationships over the last few years but I can honestly say that the last year with He-Man has been time well-wasted. I say wasted only because we both agree that we should be doing a little more with our lives, but I digress. We have had time to get to know one another on an everyday, in-your-face level and I love it. I also love him. He is so sweet, thoughtful, caring, and all the other mushy stuff that people say about “the one”. He is also capable of leaving me speechless with a note that came with the flowers:
Claire, I love you so much! I could never picture a day without you, sweetheart. Sunshine or rain, every day with you is a blessing. Love, Your He-Man.
The part that really got me was that he actually signed it “Your He-Man” because he is trying to support my attempts at blogging in leu of a real social life
since waiting tables makes me hate people. His support means everything to me and I know that I have it no matter what.
This has been the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had – hands down – and I even spent the later part of it in the ER being treated for a moderate laceration on my finger. I tried going for the gold in can-opening and failed miserably, but that’s another story for another day. The stupid Russian judge low-balled me anyway. Until next time, I will be basking in the glory that is He-Man and, for those of you who have stayed with me this long, thanks for reading.