Lost in the Supermarket

Why, you might be asking, after all of the hoopla surrounding the Alaska pics, did she post a shot of the snack aisle at Fred Meyer’s?

You see, the other day, Nav was perusing the tiny pics that were yet to be transferred to the computer and remarked, “Looks like America to me.” Now, this may seem like a rather naïve statement, but I think it merits a brief exploration:

Well, the obvious response to a statement like that is, “Well, it is America,” which is how we responded. I think it’s really cool that people have so mythologized Alaska that they’re surprised when confronted with the reality that it is, indeed, part of the United States – and that, yes, we Chicagoans can live there. Granted, I probably should have chosen a more representative photo of Fairbanks for my first post about the trip, but this one seemed the most fitting.

To me, this photo represents choice, which is something with which I am currently blessed. Sometimes, I walk up and down the supermarket aisles feeling completely overwhelmed by the seemingly limitless number of choices we have in this nation. I stand frozen, unable to make a decision, which usually results in over- or underpurchasing. Now, if I were to embrace that indecision, I might be able to see past the chips, or coffee, or soy milk and see the aisle as a whole and that, my friends, is what it means to post at six o’clock in the morning!