And just what is a “skosh”? Well, it’s a little bit of something or a smidgen, if you will. I decided around the time I turned forty that I would pretty much need to watch my diet from that point on. I’m not sure why I chose that age, but it made sense at the time. Thus began my journey of self-deprivation in the food area of my life. I quickly learned that I would build up resentment at no one in particular, since I had forced myself into this. I missed sweets— a lot. And having a family, I baked—a lot. So I decided that if I could have just a skosh of cake or one quarter of a brownie, that would satisfy my craving for sweet treats. Usually it has worked.
But every once in a while, often during a minor crisis, a skosh doesn’t cut it. Right now I am sitting at this computer. Recently it had an ailment that cost several hundred dollars to repair. I’m still mad at it. And yes, I do talk to inanimate objects.
Ten minutes ago I was gazing out the kitchen window solemnly watching clouds and pondering the pompetus of life and computers. Don’t ask! In one hand was an opened jar of peanut butter and a tablespoon. In the other hand was a nice new Hershey’s chocolate syrup container. The ritual is to stand over the kitchen sink with spoonful of peanut butter and drizzle the chocolate syrup over it. Peanut butter is good for you, right? Don’t answer! It’s the damned chocolate that’s a violation. So I got a smaller spoon, drizzled the syrup on the peanut butter and indulged. This ritual is a balm for many ailments. I highly recommend it.
And here I sit in front of my food-substitute addiction, the computer. You never realize how dependent you are on it until it is bed-ridden because some idiot out there gave it a virus. Fortunately, I had strong malware detection, and it shut the whole thing down. It even locked me out of it! I called a computer doc who made an expensive house call. Nine hours later the computer was up and safely running. Now I have three anti-virus programs, a grief-stricken bank account, and I ate more than a skosh of chocolate-drizzled peanut butter. It’s raining outside.