Trina Machacek
We all have a pantry, and I bet a nickel that we have extra supplies hidden in closets, and cupboards and, oh, in the freezer. I found a box of strawberry frozen yogurt bars in the freezer that I bought last winter. I buy ice cream and the like in the winter because I need to haul it home some miles. The colder it is when I buy, the more I can hurry home getting there when things are still firm, not dripping and squishy. So those goodies were to be eaten maybe 3 to 4 months ago. They have lost some of their desirability. But! Yes, a strawberry-shaped “but.” Their loss of flavor did not stop me from attacking the box over the next 6 days.
That tidbit hasn’t much to do with what I am wanting to address today. Am I just the one to address it? Well, you be the judge. It all started when I was going into one of my storage spots in my house to retrieve a new box of tissues. Mid-nose blowing, I ran out in the bathroom and had to use toilet paper in a pinch. I don’t mind using toilet paper, but the tissues I buy are pretty nice tissues and I have gotten to be somewhat of a tissue snob. They have to be 3-ply, hold a touch of aloe, and have a pretty box. The box being very important to me. I am a girl, and I like pretty. Colorful swirls that can make you sway with happy. Yes, the box needs to be pretty. Moving along.
As I am opening the new fresh box, pulling the little carboard oblong to release the softness inside. Yes, we all have to rip the little edges off because the little oblong never comes off as some cardboard box engineer designed it to. Anyway. Sticking a finger through the plastic barrier, fingering the edge of that top tissue, and pulling---out pops two. I really think that is a “sell more tissues” plan. Don’t you? I have yet to pull that first tissue out of a box and get just one. What does one do with that second one? I have tried to stuff that second one back inside the box. Or do we just use it even though we don’t need to blow or wipe anything else? Talk about marketing genius. Again, moving on.
The real reason, finally, yes, the real reason I started this conversation was to ask one question. One that came up as I was using, yet again, the last tissue in the box. I was wondering how many times a day I grab at that box to blow my nose. Or, as I am me, how many times a day I do a lot of things. Now, don’t get ahead of the story here. How many times a day do you---open the refrigerator? Throw something at the trash and miss? How many times a day do you change the channel on your TV? That one will be directly related to how many AA or AAA batteries you go through in a year.
Here’s a good one. How many times a day do you look out the same window? At work. At home. Driving, what do you watch most? Through our “looking glasses,” what are we looking for or at? I have great views out of any window in my home. But they are the same views I have been viewing for the past 40-some years. I still enjoy looking out those windows.
Oh. Oh. Oh. How many times a day do we all wash our hands? Hopefully, more than once. After all, we use the facilities more than once a day. Which brings up another one. How many times a day do you open and close a door? Haha, you thought I was going to say go to the bathroom. Told you not to get ahead of the story.
A front or back door. A bedroom door. A cupboard door. A closet door. Oh, who am I kidding? Is there anyone that ever closes a closet door? Even when I have company that will see into my closet, I still don’t close that door. One of these times, as I float by my closet, I should stop and just take a gander into that inner sanctum. Not. Last time I cleaned out a closet, I took everything out and stacked it all up in the living room, and it filled the room. Not sure how we, okay me, how I got all that stuff stuffed in there. Again, off the story line Trina.
How many times in this story did I do that!?
Trina lives in Diamond Valley, north of Eureka, Nevada. She loves to hear from readers. Email her at [email protected]
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