I used to have an earthquake kit and a medical emergency kit stashed someplace in the house. Luckily I never needed to use them because I have no idea where they are. But I do know where to find the more important stuff. The brown stuff.
I’ve tried to clean up my act as if anyone will believe it.
But sometimes you just need a fix. Like tonight. And every other night.
So after V went to sleep I went around the house checking on my stash.
Posting this is humiliating hopeless strategic. I figure maybe public shame will work as a cure.
So here’s a status report:
FOUND: desk drawer ACQUIRED: Unknown
FOUND: pantry ACQUIRED: Unknown. But safe to eat because I ate some last week
FOUND: in my purse ACQUIRED: one month ago on my way to Israel
FOUND: On desk ACQUIRED: 7 years ago on a trip to Australia
FOUND: bowl in the office ACQUIRED: Trust me it won’t make it till next Christmas
FOUND: bedroom shelf ACQUIRED: two years ago in Times Square
FOUND: wall in the kitchen ACQUIRED: 30 years ago
FOUND: in a purse I never use ACQUIRED: too scary to think about
Scarier: the feeling public shame isn’t going to work.