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Sewing My Shorts
and other tales of learning to conserve more during a crisis
“Well, SHIT.”
My right index finger jabbed through a brand new hole just under the waistband of a pair of my favorite gym shorts. I don’t have many left. The bulk of what I own is boxed up in a storage unit well east of here in Aurora. My duds and all the rest of my stuff were supposed to be well on their way to Oregon about now.
Nope.
What I have in the house isn’t much. Most of it, barring a few pieces of staging furniture, is what I had in my backpack from five weeks in Africa. A few other pieces were for my house-hunting trip. I have a bed, my dining room table and chairs, and not much else. At least, my computers, and thank god, my exercise gear. Some of it anyway.
And of course, scuba gear. Which is precisely what you and I need in high desert country. Of course it is. So many places to go spear-fishing. View high-altitude stag-horn coral.
Lately I have had to make a number of trips to my local Goodwill. There I bought back some previously-donated-but-never-read books, a bunch of old DVDs, and some badly-battered cooking equipment. And a fork.
It is really, really hard to eat fried eggs with a spoon, especially a plastic one. I had a few utensils in my car…