I was curious if you have any policy on restaurants?
Ah, restaurants. This is a tricky one, especially living in New York City where pretty much everything can be delivered to your door in ten minutes, for nearly the same price as making it yourself. Groceries are expensive here, and grocery stores are small and inconvenient. But I like cooking and shopping at the farmer’s market. Even before I began this project, I cooked most of our meals.
So I don’t have a real policy on restaurants. My husband and I have a weekly date night, and we usually go out to dinner. It gives us a chance to talk and catch up during the busy week. And some nights we’ll order a pizza and watch “Wallace & Gromit” with our kids. But we don’t hit restaurants frequently, or frequently enough that I feel like I need a rule or exception for it.
Much of this project is guided by my gut: what makes me feel good? What make me feel uncomfortable? I suspect too much eating out would make me feel uncomfortable and I’d address it. But for now it’s restaurants, like most things, in moderation.
I paid my credit card bill yesterday and I was disheartened to see so many charges. I guess I had an expectation I’d have no charges because I wasn’t buying anything. But of course I do buy things: a coffee while I’m out, diapers from Amazon, weekly groceries. And to simplify bill paying a lot of monthly charges, like my cell phone, go straight to my credit card. Seeing more charges than I’d expected deflated me.
Did I really think I was not going to buy anything at all? How would I end up with no charges on my card? What was I thinking? I don’t know, but now I find I’m trying to buy even less, just to keep those charges off. And not even buying less in a realistic way. We’re almost out of toothpaste, but I didn’t buy any! I’m headed to crazy-town thinking this way. How crazy-town? I was wondering if I could make my own saline solution as I walked past the drug store on my way home.
It’s got me wondering how much of the buying I was doing in the past few years really is unavoidable, at least until I live in the country on my self-sufficient, off the grid, farmstead. In another few months I think I’ll compare my 2012 spending with the past three years, to see how it tracks. Maybe all the buying I felt like I was doing was mostly the daily life of a twenty-first century city dweller, with the odd book or sweater thrown into the mix.
In the meantime, I think I’ll splurge on store-bought saline. Oh these justifications to save my eyes! They’re just piling up now!
I have a pinguecula, which is a “non-malignant, slow-growing proliferations of conjunctival connective tissue in the eye.” I only recently discovered this, and my eye doctor says it’s caused by UV exposure. I have blue eyes, and used to be really lazy about wearing sunglasses, so this makes sense to me.
Also? I’m in Vermont this weekend, and I forgot my sunglasses in New York.
In justification I’d tell you: the Smith sunglasses I wear for skiing (and running) were purchased in 2004, they’re scratched up, and they’re running at a cost-per-wear of under a penny these days. Also they have no protection on the side and are very narrow, so a lot of light comes in over the top. In justification I’d tell you: this is bad for my pinguecula!
In reality: I bought new sunglasses today when I was buying a new fleece for my son. (Justification there: I forgot his, and tried to squeeze him into a 2T fleece that reached his elbows and prevented him from articulating his shoulders, and it was 20°F and he needed a fleece to ski.)
You know what’s worse than a woman with perfectionistic tendencies who thinks life might be fixed by buying things to make her life perfect? A a woman with perfectionistic tendencies who decides not to buy anything for 2012! And then buys something! And is filled with anxiety about having failed already when it’s only February 3!
About two hours after I bought the stupid sunglasses, the clouds moved in and it began to snow.