I’m feeling very broke today having just
purchased a $275 ticket to New Orleans. I leave on the 19th, which
doesn’t give me much time to get my stuff together. My interview isn’t until
that weekend but for some reason it was cheaper to fly there on Thursday and
stay until Sunday instead of a quick there and back trip. It’s ok with me
though. I haven’t been down there in ten years and it will be nice to bum
around the city for a day and get my bearings before the teachNOLA people start
grilling me.
There are a bunch of things I need to do before I
leave. Register for the Praxis teaching tests, write a short lesson plan to
present in my interview, magically conjure up another three hundred bucks so I
can eat at some point in the next month... That was melodramatic and I’ll probably
be getting a phone call from my father now (I know he’s reading this post). That
fact is, ladies and gents, that I live in my car and therefore have very few
costs. I live in my car so that I have the money available for things like this
and, lo and behold, the plan worked! Money is going to be tight for a bit, but
it’s still within my range and no one can shuffle funds like I can. Well, I’m
sure someone can. My mom was the master back when a check took three days to
post and the bank would call you if they saw an overdraft coming. She could
feed a family of four on almost nothing; pasta, potatoes and vegetables from
the garden. Here’s a little antidote that I enjoy and goes a long way towards
explaining my lifestyle.
When I was growing up the grocery store was this
huge adventure. There were two reasons for this and the first reason was that
getting to the grocery was such a production. We usually had a car, but they
didn’t necessarily work all the time and until I was nine I thought cars, like
horses, had to be stopped every few miles and given water. If the car broke
down along the way or refused to start after we had shopped we would walk home,
my mother and two little kids carrying groceries down the road. I remember mum
getting really upset because neighbors would drive by and wave, thinking we
were out for a stroll. The nearest grocery was 12 miles away in the next town,
so I’m not sure if they thought we were really fit or super crazy to be walking
that far from home. Either way, someone would usually stop and give us a lift
before the groceries melted. Once we sat on a hill and ate a gallon of ice
cream because mum said it was melting too fast. The solution to this car
trouble was to get a different car. It was a blue Volvo that we called the
mouse mobile because mum said it looked like something Mickey would have
driven. There was no clutch and all four of us, mum, dad, my little sister Sara
and I, would have to go to the grocery together so that we could all push start
it after shopping.
The second reason we thought the grocery store
was an adventure was because of my mother’s shopping habits. According to her,
not everything in the grocery was for sale and there was food that people
bought and ate and then there was food that was “for display purposes only.” Most
deli meat went into this category as well as cakes and candy so we were always
confused why the Flanagan’s up the street got fruit roll ups. Maybe they
shopped at another grocery store. Mum also was a master haggler and knew each
department manager by name. She didn’t get a box of mac and cheese; she would
talk to the manager and get a deal on a whole case. Turkey is on sale? We’ll
take 12. You don’t have 12? We’ll take a rain check so the price will apply
when you get more in stock. This was a time consuming process and normally took
the whole day, but she managed to feed four people on $100 a week tops with no assistance.
So the belt is tightened and I'm heading to New Orleans in 13 days. Cross your fingers and keep on truckin.
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