There’s got to be a lesson for me here somewhere.
It starts with my tube of toothpaste. For days I’ve been curling it up, back to front, to force out the last few blue-striped gobs of spearmint. This morning, a tiny dab of toothpaste peeks out – but then retreats back into the tube before I can get it on my brush. And no, I do not have a fresh tube of toothpaste waiting.
I take my shower, remembering my shampoo bottle has been nearly empty for days. I have a clever trick. I pour in an ounce or two of water, shake the bottle vigorously and then apply it to my scalp. My problem is, I have used the same trick for the last three days. This morning, no soapy substance – just water – reaches my hair. And you guessed it. No, I don’t have a fresh bottle of shampoo waiting.
I’d like to say my conundrums are caused by purposeful frugality. That would be a bold-faced lie. As I age, I do not plan as well as I did in my earlier years. Part of this may be understandable. My life now is less complicated. I have fewer obligations to put on a daily or weekly schedule. But this is ridiculous. Friends and colleagues should expect me to have clean teeth and clean hair.
I’ve got to go. I’m off to the grocery store. And there’s got to be a lesson for me here somewhere.