I think most of us are feeling pushed up a wall right now. There have been a few threads about–ha ha-- hoarding. I’ve talked about my grandmother Hilma, and how her legendary hoarding is a running joke in our family. No doubt, Hilma’s hoarding was either triggered or exacerbated by The Depression.
I’ve had my spurts of hoarding through the years. I mean, I currently own a pressure canner and a dehydrator. My epitome of hoarding behavior is parked in The Son’s garage: a home freeze dryer. It’s something I’ve dreamed of owning, and I had a few dollars set aside for it. I talked to my family, just casual conversation about a freeze dryer. The Son was the only one to show an interest, and his interest was most enthusiastic. He’s had fun playing with it (taffy candy is incredible!) and he’s got stockpiles of stuff because HIS hoarding gene has been triggered.
As I’ve mentioned the COVID pandemic has made my hoarding kick into high gear. I want to see rows and rows of STUFF and piles of STUFF and shelves groaning under the weight of STUFF. I talked to The Daughter in a semi-hypothetical way, because she has complained emphatically in the past of our possessions encroaching areas of HER house. I realize any hoarding would be walking a fine line in her eyes.
Well, HER hoarding gene has been triggered by COVID. Theoretically she’s greenlighted my plans to “stock up,” but I need to do it cautiously.
So, I regularly shop at Sam’s Club. I did some online browsing, because I know a lot of places are limiting meat purchases to two or three packages. My initial foray to the website showed Sam’s to be completely OUT of fresh meat. My mind had a hard time taking that in. I clicked around the website and approached the meat from a link on the main page.
I’m kinda sorry I did that.
They featured a chuck roast. That used to be the absolute cheapest cut of beef. Sam’s going rate for this “Charles roast” is $7.37 a pound. The picture showed an averaged-sized roast weighing in for $68.
My hoarding gene went splodey. I have full-blown panic mode.
Right now, I’m working on a spreadsheet. I don’t know how functional it will be, I don’t even know if I care. But it’s SOMETHING, something constructive, and hopefully will keep the anxiety bugs from chomping away on my insides.
I am understanding my grandmother more and more. For years, her daughters made fun of her various eccentricities. I actually do not think she was as whack as her family thought she was.
Call me Hilma Junior.
~VOW