Tasting the Mashed Potatoes
Just Married 1 day agoI like to be prepared for any scenario. When I go on vacation, even a two day jaunt, I tend to overpack, so that I have an outfit for every conceivable combination of activities. If I go attend a barbecue or an outdoor event, I bring a change of clothes and shoes for evening, bug spray and sunblock. I guess I just like knowing that I will be appropriately dressed, comfortable and mosquito bite free. But I think this compulsion was born out of a larger, more insidious habit of not being able to let go of things. I don’t mean material things; I am not a very sentimental person, and except for an odd fascination I have with paper products like wrapping paper and greeting cards, I don’t horde much of anything. But I am a collector of memories. Imprinted on my brain are all the happy moments and all the distressing ones, arranged in little slide shows that I can recall at any time, depending on the situation or mood. So, at some point, I must have attended a barbecue, gotten












