Errands
It’s going to be an unseasonably glorious weekend here in the Frozen North, and in mid-October every proper Frozen Northian knows there won’t be too many more of those. So I decreed a rental-car weekend, took the day off (just as well; still coughing, though definitely better than I have been), and have been running errands.
First off was dropping my husband at work, which is nice for him because it cuts his commute time in half. Next, popping by the bird-paraphernalia store for forty pounds of sunflower seeds for the delectation of our local chickadees and finches, and the considerable amusement of one small gray cat on the other side of the window from the suction-cup window feeder.
After that I stopped at a coffeeshop for a chai latte and a peaceful hour of grading. Scheduling a quiz on the same day their position-description assignment was due was not the brightest thing I have ever done, but I shall make shift to manage. The quizzes are graded and recorded, and I’m chugging through the job descriptions. I’m amused by the number of them who have added two and two and set their fictional libraries in Middle-Earth. (”Helm’s Deep Library is an equal-opportunity employer. Orcs welcome!”)
Then it was the traditional stock-up trip to Woodman’s, which I do partly because some of what I buy I can get there for about half what it costs elsewhere, some of it I can’t find other places (what is the deal with dill weed in Madison? it’s out of stock almost everywhere I go!), and some of it is so hefty I’m much happier buying it when I have a car to haul it in. All told, I probably toted about a hundred seventy pounds of stuff in from the car when I got home: forty pounds of seed, two forty-pound boxes of cat litter, and fifty pounds (give or take) of other stuff.
I admit that I have a stockpile impulse, particularly when the outside world seems scarier and more uncertain than usual. Objectively, I know that I’m in amazingly good financial shape compared to most, that there’s a good bit of elbow-room in our finances (we don’t actually spend any of what my husband earns; we don’t even spend all of what I earn), and that I’m fairly frugal by nature. Subjectively… I stockpile. There’s no real harm in it, as reactions to uncertainty go.
I have a whacking lot more grading to do, but I think I may take a nap instead and see if I can’t shake the rest of this bug.