What a shock I got when I noticed that my last post was October 4th. Given that today is the 12th, that makes it the longest hiatus ever for me, and I wasn't even aware enough to take pleasure in it.
I have to make bread pudding today. Otherwise, Dave and I will go down in a flurry of various delicious breadcrumbs left over from our family thanksgiving feast. It feels strange though, to say that I "have" to make bread pudding---normally, that's one of my mild pleasures. I am not a person who gets verklempt over having bought too much of something that subsequently spoils. I would be very distressed if I didn't have enough of something, so as un-green as that sounds, I consider it a bonus to have come to that understanding with myself. It helps me to balance out the guilt that so often creeps, or bounds, into my life.
My other guilt-related experience this morning was discovering that even though I recently carried out a major culling of my lipsticks, the container I assigned to hold an acceptable amount of lip decoration is overflowing. Not only that, it's overflowing onto the overflowing container of eye decoration.
If I were 20, that would be forgivable; 30, verging on something to keep an eye on; 40, something I would have said I did because I could; 50, that would fall under the things excused by menopause. But here I am, in the dark end of 60 and I certainly can't justify it as something for which I get value for dollars.
The word "wasteful" comes to mind, but I trashed it.