Multiply exponentially: My story

One of the phrases we’ve heard a lot in this past year of Covid is multiply exponentially. My wife Marsha and I have experienced our own sense of it. It occurs whenever we shop at Costco without first checking the pantry, or each other.

“Honey, I just got back from Costco.”

“I just went there yesterday, why didn’t you tell me you were going?”

“Well, why didn’t you tell me that you went? If you’d only told me that you went yesterday, I wouldn’t have gone.”

So, mushrooming Hawaiian-like islands are emerging in our garage. In one corner is the Big Island. It consists mostly of toilet paper. At last count was a mountainous 240 rolls. Other smaller islands have emerged. Their size and shape fluctuate with the tides of use: mounds of paper towels, towers of red plastic cups; rows of popcorn packets compete for space with the boxes of cake, brownie, muffin and pancake mix. And these 9 pound 6-packs of linguini. We have two of them, and we try not to even eat pasta. For now they’ll work great for doing biceps curls. If you’ve seen the price of weights this past year, you’ll understand.

Anyway, you get the idea. Now, did I tell you what’s in our fridge-es.