Yesterday I found a banana in my purse.
I know I put it in here some time ago, I just don’t exactly know how long ago that was.
I have a pretty big purse. I’ve never wanted to be the kind of person who has a big purse – one that makes my shoulder ache if I’m on foot for any extended period of time. I never wanted to be someone who loses things when they’re actually right on my person all day long – or to find long lost, surprise bananas.
But I need things. Lots of things. Ibuprofen, pads, tampons – those are just gimmes because I was born with a woman. I can’t help those. They’re necessities until I get out the tail end of menopause, which I’m will come with its own set of supplements and a miniature battery-operated fan. Then there are cards, keys, necessities of all shapes and sizes. Allergy pills and asthma medicine to tend to my nerdier qualities. A mini-umbrella just in case I’m caught in a pickle, a water bottle for health, body spray to freshen when needed. A journal for sudden, life-haulting blog ideas, a pen, paper, and a paper or two with a list, a to-do, a phone number: whichever scrap of information I choose to carry at my side instead of in my brain.
Apparently, I also pack snacks. That’s relatively new.
I should probably cut down. I mean, on a typical day I only access the mini-purse inside and nothing else. Oh yeah: I forgot to mention there’s a whole other purse in there too. That’s where I keep the monies. I should try to lose it all but the clutch, but I know the moment I do I’ll need something from that gloriously large saddle bag.
Like a banana for instance.
A banana can’t fit in a clutch. And I’m not about to downgrade to plantains. What would I do in a sudden bout of cramps or starvation? Perhaps that’s a chance I’ll have to take. After all, I can look forward to hauling around a huge basket of belongings when I have kids with wounds to soothe and butts to wipe and band-aids to waste on invisible cuts. Maybe tomorrow I’ll take the plunge.
…I hope I don’t get hungry. ♣