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Vol.1, No.5 • November 2007

 

From The Publisher's Desk
Poetry, ramblings and real life
by Shirley Whiting Allard

 

Too Many Choices

 

Shirley AllardI know, I know, variety is the spice of life right? But every time I go grocery shopping lately I can't help but think we just have too many choices in our daily lives. I still remember the good old days when the grocery store consisted of 4 aisles and a passing lane where you could tell the meat cutter what you wanted at the end of one lane and pick it up at the end of the next one as you were passing through. The carts were actually small enough to push back then and you could find the person you came in with in five minutes or less just by clearing your throat.

Now we have entered the super-supermarket world. In this aisle we have cereal. An entire aisle of cold cereal? Come on. There's puffy cereal that gets soggy in milk, there's crispy to the last flake that doesn't get soggy in milk, there's sugared, frosted, mini, maxi, bran, no-brand, animal shapes, O shapes, no shapes and on and on and on. There's even cereal for age groups... old lady loops and elderly gentlemen granola. I buy oatmeal just because I know what it is.

In the next aisle we encounter the coffee. Plain roast, Special Roast, Columbian Blend, Supreme, Breakfast Blend, Master Blend... light and airy, heavy and full of body, aromatic... another half aisle bites the dust. It's a good thing I know what I like when it comes to coffee. French Roast, high test. Why drink coffee without caffeine? It's like someone asking you if you want any lemon in your lemonade.

Anyone who thinks grocery shopping is mindless work has obviously never done it. Once you've been through the paces a few times and learn the layout of the store you also learn not to look at everything. You home in on the oatmeal and run to the next aisle where you grab your French Roast with the purple label in high test on your way to the meat counter.

And there you will find whole chicken breasts. split chicken breasts, boneless, skinless, chicken breasts, little pieces of chicken breasts... and it starts all over.It makes you want to scream "Just give me the damn chicken and I'll mutilate it myself!" Besides, I don't even like chicken breasts.

It seems a little absurd that some people can live their entire lives eating grub worms and rice (when they can get it) and we not only require all the finer things in life but thousands of varieties of it. How simple life must be for those less fortunate when you think about it. Their only concern is if they will eat next week. I doubt they'd pass up a plump, juicy grub worm in hopes of finding one a little leaner in the next tree over!

Even poverty, it seems to me, has some built-in advantages!

~Shirley Allard

 

 

FYI
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Shirley Allard resides in New Hampshire with her husband Jim. She has two grown children and two young grandchildren who are the light in her life. She is the founding publisher of WordCatalyst.comand writes the blog Whispers In The Wind.