Enough

Because of supermarket sales peculiarly arranged, over the last few weeks I have come to have a freezer full of frozen food. I always thought my refrigerator disproportionate in its accommodations for frozen foods, and I had several plastic, half gallon milk jugs filled with frozen water to take up the extra space, but gradually I've removed most of those jugs and replaced them with various comestibles. Now I'm inclined when I look in the freezer to mutter Good God under my breath and close the door. All that frozen food is an intimidating sight, to be sure.

It is now an undeniable fact that I have enough frozen peas to last half a year, or to assuage the pain of any number of injuries I might suffer simultaneously should a package of fish fingers fall to the floor and I, before I can retrieve it, step on it, slip, and fall myself. The collection of ice cream and ice cream novelties has reached a level that could induce an epidemic of diabetes among the town's children. This is what my life has come to. I horde frozen burritos without noticing what has happened until it is too late. How can there ever be enough salsa?


( Sunday Verse )