Good morning on this wintry Friday. We got a little snow last night, about half an inch or so, with a bit more to come tonight. No big storm yesterday – just a quiet, pretty snowfall in the evening.
So far, so good.
We’re a sleepy bunch this morning. Riley has yet to get up to attend to business. I’m in my flannel pajamas, wrapped in a shawl, drinking my morning Peet’s. Scout’s in the ‘tunnel.’
Note pink flannel pajamas on the left.
I wore those pajamas all day yesterday, except for when I returned the rental car. I figured it might not be a good idea to arrive at the rental counter in pink flannel.
The trip to New Haven went well, but oh, was I exhausted! Not enough sleep the night before, lots of driving and a very late arrival back home at the cottage. I arrived in New Haven about an hour and a half before curtain, so I went to IKEA. It’s right next door and I needed some dinner and the food is good, but more importantly, it’s cheap. I called Don to say I arrived safely, played around with my iPhone and, after dinner, took a quick walk through the store.
I bought these:
The cost was about a dollar per glass. The pale colors drew me in and they’re nice and tall. We’ve managed to break every tall glass around here, leaving us with something close to a juice-style glass in size (also from IKEA) and some plastic crap. I figured these were a good investment. Why only 3?
I don’t know. I truly don’t know what I was thinking.
But here’s an interesting discovery:
IKEA of Sweden.
Made in China.
Is everything being made in China now? It sure seems that way.
Call me crazy, but perhaps the lack of jobs in this country and other countries might be greatly improved if we started manufacturing our products at home. It’s not rocket science. It’s just common sense. Why aren’t we taking care of our own?
You can’t walk through Target or the dreaded Walmart or any other store without seeing ‘Made in China’ on most everything.
By the way, this sweet little Nisse from the Danish company, Maileg?
Made in China.
Just think what a difference it would mean to the economic picture of every country if jobs and manufacturing were brought back home. The lines of eager job applicants would stretch for miles. We could get our citizens back to work, help them become independent again. Unemployment payments would greatly decrease.
Why aren’t we doing this? Perhaps the need for cheap labor should be trumped by the needs of our country’s citizens.
I could write a treatise on this, but I won’t. At least for the moment.
I’ll leave you with this shot of the sun rising over our back forty.