A funny thing happened yesterday. Kim (see previous post A Very Mini Artist’s Colony in New Mexico) was going into Santa Fe and wanted a grocery list from me. Since I’ve been sick (see previous post An Antidote for Pain) he’s been doing a lot of my errands. Keeping me in groceries has been a much appreciated favor. Anyway, it being the day before Thanksgiving, he wanted to minimize the number of stores he had to visit. Did I REALLY need him to go to Trader Joe’s? After all, the parking lot would be a zoo, not to mention the store itself. “Yes,” I told him, “I’m afraid I need a few things that I only buy at Traders.”
So he looked at my list and opened the fridge. Half and half was the #1 item. “But you have three quarts of half and half in here,” he said. Then he opened the freezer. Butter was #2 on the list. “Butter!” he cried, “you have four pounds of butter in the freezer.” Let’s not even go into the heavy cream issue. Being sharp as tacks I’m sure you’re all catching the pattern. Yup, I was asking him to go out of his way to buy things I already had in quantity.
I tell you this story to make a confession. I’m something of what I guess you could call a hoarder (HOARDER! I hear you gasping all the way over here in Truchas). Yes, the fact is, the world feels better to me when I have a fridge full of half and half, a freezer stocked with butter, shelves stacked high with coffee, plenty of heavy cream, and a tank full of gas. There. That’s it. I feel so much better having gotten that off my chest. Oh, and Haagen Daz. I need plenty of Haagen Daz too (let’s see, do animals count here because you all know I have eight, right?). At the very least I think it would be fair to say I’m a bit obsessive about having certain things always “in stock” or on the shelves… you know what I mean, don’t you? Please say you do.
There’s actually a reason for my confession (you all knew there would be, right?). I got to thinking and I came to the conclusion that I can’t be the only one with these kinds of dark secrets. You all have to have them too.
So here’s the deal: I want to know what your weird, tweeky, little habits, needs, well… obsessions, are. Will you tell me? And I’ll post them on the blog, with or without your name. Doesn’t this sound fun? Of course it does… then I’ll tell you more…
But, of course, there’s a reason I bring this up on Thanksgiving. I bring it up because I am so deeply grateful to be able to have four pounds of butter in the freezer and three quarts of half and half. And I’m grateful to have friends who can witness my obsessions and give me plenty of room to have them.
There’s another topic for you: Write and tell me what you’re grateful for. I, for one, am grateful for YOU.
Love to you all,