Sunday, June 05, 2011
buying my soul at wholesale
I had all sorts of plans for my drive back to Melaque from Puerto Vallarta on Saturday.
Stops at little beaches. Lunch in a new restaurant. And some ham-enriched beans when I returned home.
Nice dreams. Maybe one day they will. But that day was not Saturday.
One of the joys of Puerto Vallarta is Costco. I am not certain why I get so excited about the prospect of shopping at a big American-oriented warehouse. I almost never find find what I would like to buy. But isn’t that true of a lot of our lives?
This trip my list was short. I needed a new backup drive for my computer. My current backup is almost full. I need to transfer my photograph files to the current backup because my C drive is almost full, as well. Two birds. One drive.
I found exactly what I needed. A 3 terabyte backup.
But I may be in the market for a new computer. The wireless adapter in my lap top is not working. That was the first symptom of my last computer as it began its death spiral.
I may need to break out the black crepe.
The other item on my shopping list was a hunk of ham. I want to add chunks of pork butt to my home-cooked beans.
And it should be an easy request to fill. Or so I thought. Not even Costco had whole hams. All kinds of sliced ham. Even ham steaks.
Then I saw it. A foil-wrapped ham – with its bone. I grabbed it as if it was the Holy Grail – until I read the package. Spiral cut. Merely a variation on a theme.
For now, I am laying down my ham quest. Sliced ham will have to do – while I serve death watch on my lap top.