I am pretty good
about planning most aspects of my life. This
especially applies to long-term matters.
I started actively planning and saving a little for my retirement when I
was only nineteen. In another example, I
started planning, and even collecting a few materials for my house a couple
years before beginning construction.
But…I have a
couple pretty big holes in my planning fabric.
I think dinner is my biggest hole.
I am not very
good at planning dinner, either in the short-term or long-term. Sure, I think about meals, but only in a
fleeting manner—the same way I think about purchasing toilet paper or laundry
detergent. And, because I am presently
living alone, making big plans is problematic.
Given all that, my planning is mostly on the surface.
As expressed in Mitch-speak,
my planning is “surfacy”
Yesterday
evening, same as every other evening, I required dinner. This thought occurred to me a good twenty
minutes before I normally eat. Once the
thought of dinner squirmed up through my maze of thought-blocking processes, I
gleaned through the pantry and found: pasta noodles, catnip, chewing gum,
plastic Solo cups (what?), and tomato paste.
In the
refrigerator: apples, lemons, mustard, butter, olives, and something mysterious experimenting with itself in a sandwich bag.
My last hope? The freezer.
My lack of
planning also extends to the simple task of freezing food for later. Where a smart “single-ish” person might freeze
leftovers in single servings, I usually throw big piles into my freezer. Upon opening the freezer, I found: frozen butter
sticks, cubed ice, sweet potato fries, more ice in a super-frosty bag, and a
big chunk of frozen stew in a gallon zip-loc bag.
Stew, then!
The block of
frozen stew was enough to feed an entire family. After clunking the block stew on my kitchen
counter, I realized I needed to break off only a small hunk.
After a few
seconds of attempting to whittle at the frozen stew with a small and then big
knife, my electrician’s instincts took hold of me.
I needed some
tools from my garage.
Posted is a
photograph (captured with my smarter-than-me-phone) of the tools I used break
off a chunk of my dinner.
—Mitchell Hegman