Finally, holiday traditions are done. Candy Canes, sparkling fruit juice, black-eyed peas; fake cigarettes, fake booze and extra measure for good luck.
Now that we’re into tax season we can fill our grocery bags with rice, beans and hot dogs.
“We need to do this different. We gotta get organized.”
Now that we’re retired and I am beginning to comprehend the ‘fixed income’ idea, I decided to keep a running tab on a month’s worth of groceries. We rarely go out to eat at a restaurant. That sort of thing is for the younger generation who can’t afford it and fall back on a stack of credit cards.
I cook at home, use leftovers and ration goodies. At least, I think I do.
Before retirement, stopping at the grocery store was a daily thoughtless exercise. On the way home from work the ever-nagging question “what’s for dinner” seemed to be part of the dashboard.
Now, that annoying question comes with morning coffee. Time required to cook is most, unlike the ever-popular 30 minutes needed to be a responsible mom and wife. And… so often a higher class of fast food (one that uses fresh vegetables) turned out to be the answer to healthy nutrition. How, a trip to the grocery store is a search for bargains, a quest for ideas and as unexpected social encounter. It’s common to see an acquaintance or neighbor doing the same thing.
The corner of the kitchen counter is a temporary desk for a running grocery list. As I put meals together I note what items need to be replaced.
Some items make every list; butter, coffee, bread and always some fresh vegetables. Making a list is a great idea. Remembering to take it with me seems to be a problem. Additionally, I don’t have a smart phone (I’m not smart enough to work a smart phone) and I don’t like taking my old-style flip phone so i can’t call home and have some one read me the list. I find myself in the embarrassing predicament of working from memory.
So, if an active grocery list is my way of getting organized, I’m halfway there. I just need to remember to go all the way.
That will have to be next year’s resolution. There’s no need to rush such things. Retirement gives me all the time I need…mostly to forget.
Meanwhile, I’ll work on my next revolution.