Waste not, want not: It's easy to make frugality fun by saving your soap
I had anticipated clearing up the clinic knock on the door story (1/27/2011) today because of the comments I received about it.
However, it appears that our health care future is one not so easily solved.
If the reports that I have been receiving are any indication, then we need a media detective to search out the truth and fallacies, exposing them for what they truly are.
We, as citizens, need to know what is going on in our country, our state and our town. Then take action if it is warranted.
What I am hearing is rather scary but I don’t want to be an alarmist.
All I can do is urge you to seek knowledge on your own and be aware.
It’s our individual health care that we are concerned with and how it is, or will be, controlled.
If or when I have more to report I will pass it on.
I really must put everything else aside and return to my column on soap (Feb. 3, 2012) because some very important information has come in.
The response to such a simple thing as suds that keep you clean was almost akin to what I heard about the chicken story (Nov. 19 & 26, 2010, numbers 65 & 66 if you are keeping track).
That diary entry also required a follow-up, and we could have gone further, but I let the hens and roosters fly the coop.
Getting back to the subject of soap, though, folks have their favorites and seem to stand staunchly in their favor regardless of my preference.
Some even told me they were allergic to my ivory-colored bar or that they preferred another one because they had dry skin.
Still another confided that her husband collected all the little bars of soap supplied by hotels and motels when they traveled and now had a great collection of them all.
That made me think of opening my medicine chest and finding the same thing.
Why did I do that do you suppose?
I could think of all kinds of reasons: they looked so cute in their miniature wrappers, we might run out of our regular soap at home between shopping trips, guests might come and they could choose their own favorite among the offerings, or they would be convenient to take on camping trips.
Oh, so many uses for such a little bar of soap.
Why, then, didn’t I ever use them?
No, it isn’t what I meant about the important information sent to me by Audeen.
You see, she knew all about my Ivory soap even though she is younger than I.
Maybe it was because her mother used it in their household.
Audeen knew that Ivory’s advertising claim was “so pure it floats.”
That made her wonder if things float because they are pure.
That set me to wondering, also.
Maybe someone made them prove it, for Audeen thought that later they changed it to “it floats.”
That set me to wondering about the word “pure” like in the song “whatsoever things are pure ... of good report.”
But, I mustn’t go off in that direction or I might lose the thought about the important soap news I meant to tell you.
Before I get there, though, Audeen asked a question that I can’t answer.
It just seemed to always be so because we didn’t have “throw-aways” in my days.
She wondered where the soap-saving idea came from — a frugal childhood home, young married struggles in getting by, or just an inborn reaction to survival?
It may be interesting to inquire of the young how they consider the bar of soap or the liquid that comes in a bottle.
Do they use it all or do they toss it away partially used along with the spent money it represents?
For their benefit, I feel it necessary to quote from Audeen’s email directly, for it may someday be the salvation to their cleanliness.
It says: “A note about ‘saving’ soap: You can ‘glue’ a sliver of bath soap to a new bar by pressing the pieces together in the shower.
If you have the patience to do so, just rubbing the piece firmly while wet will do it, and none is wasted.”
What a fabulous solution.
I wish I had thought of that.