Home from the Market
Oh my god! What's wrong with me?
I can't believe I did it again.
I bought another peanut butter.
That brings the number up to ten.
And ketchup? The one I bought
will nestle very nicely
between the six already stored.
The condiments enticed me.
While in that aisle I also bought
some onion powder and garlic salt,
both of which I now can see
I’ve dozens of, it is my fault.
I never remember what I already have
so I always seem to slip up.
Dinner tonight is onion and garlic,
peanut-flavored chicken with ketchup.
(oops….I forgot to buy the chicken)
The kids are coming home to visit. Time to stock up at the market. I'd better write a list, and then remember to take it with me! But even with a list, those memory issues play their little tricks.
I am not making this up! I have a dozen garlic salts and a variety of peanut butter. You????
There are phone chargers, I-Pad chargers, computer chargers, Kindle chargers, Fitbit chargers...the list could go on and on. How are we supposed to keep track of them all? Particularly if you have a roommate or significant other that 'borrows' your stuff. Then there's that issue of taking them on trips and leaving them in random hotel rooms. AAARGH!
Who relates to this? Any tips for how to prevent this maddening experience?
Being away from home for three weeks is a long time. Upon returning, there is the process of re-acclimation: adjusting your body clock from a time change, doing the laundry, reading all of your mail, catching up with friends. And then there is that other inevitable marker of time away...the dreaded stripe!
Have any ideas or tricks to deal with 'the stripe'? Any funny stories related to it?
Although my musings are predicated on the importance of humor in navigating life, this week’s blog will be a departure. After attending a funeral yesterday, and knowing I will go to another tomorrow (each of which involves the premature death of a very special person), I had trouble posting the humorous poem I had planned. Instead, I wrote the following:
The day you met
first time you kissed
first fight you had
(not all is bliss)
the day you wed
first baby’s cry
you quit your job?
your pet dog died
a gift ‘just cause’
your favorite meal
I love you so
some truth concealed
kids make you proud
kids pull apart
kids challenge you
fill up your hearts
the first health scare
no solid ground
a chasm opened
but hope’s unbound
until that day
we know will come
when gift of life
is almost done
these moments all
these moments all
you’ll have forever.
I have just returned from three weeks in India (which is why my two current blog posts have been off-schedule). What an adventure! In that time, I boarded an airplane about fifteen times. The experience of boarding an airplane has changed over the years. Remember, back in the day, when the only designation you got was a plain old seat number?
What do you remember about the good ol' days of travel? What experiences have you had more recently?