Good weather brings on a case of the traveling bug in our house. We had decided to keep trips within the guidelines of my Year of Buying Nothing (YBN). For the sake of loved ones, however, it’s an area that demands more thought.
Ethical decisions are always a matter of balance: what is absolutely right in one situation may be diametrically opposed to correctness in another. For example, my British Columbia-based father, who has lived 91 robustly healthy years, had a heart attack recently. My sister, a geriatric nurse who lives close to him, took time off to help Dad make some lifestyle adjustments, so that he and my amazing stepmum could continue in their home. Both duty and my heart called the shots on this one, as I felt the need to be there, too. I tried to make it as YBN-friendly as possible, though. Using points to get there means that you pay a price in scheduling: an eight-hour trip takes 17. Then I planned the treat of asparagus from my garden. But I ended up ditching my spears and purchasing organic market replacements for an unearthly price (Note to self: three day-old, limp, wilted greens do not say “Happy Fathers’ Day!”). Finally, my sister, who is also a voracious reader, saved me from terminal boredom during the four-airport, 20-hour marathon home by presenting me with an early birthday gift.
The bottom line ethically? I spent that special Sunday holding my Dad’s hand, sharing his favourite fruit cocktail and ice cream while watching soccer. We both silently acknowledged the future, and that day, I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Another vacation decision was also a compromise. Great pals and traveling companions enticed us to join them for two weeks in France: they had booked roomy accommodation in Paris and the Dordogne as a celebration of retirement and an anniversary. All we needed to contribute was ourselves, transportation and sous chef skills. It was hard to say “no,” but my supportive husband agreed that this was not the year. We joined them at home for a send-off party instead. It was a wonderful meal with contributions from others of our circle. The music was provided by both guests and hosts — the chords of piano, guitar, accordion and auto-harp consolidating the friendship.
As I approach the halfway mark in YBN, I’m learning something vital about setting priorities for the future. I can live on library books, alone. I never need buy another knickknack. And my wardrobe, currently “archived,” will be sufficient for years to come — with judicious replacements, of course (That blue parka is shedding feathers and I fear banishment from public transport!). Cosmetics are optional extras, and you can dilute, brush and extend just about everything, toiletry-wise, to five-times its labelled life. But I share with my father a restless spirit that is satisfied only by visiting “faraway places with strange-sounding names.” And I’m going to get to them, Dad, and just as I promised, I’ll tell you about it in the excruciating detail that only we love — when we meet again.
Keep it free!
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