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Jenga in Reverse

Jenga is a great metaphor for the year 2020.  According to Wikipedia, Jenga is a game of physical skill created by British board game designer and author Leslie Scott, and currently marketed by Hasbro. Players take turns removing one block at a time from a tower constructed of 54 blocks. Each block removed is then placed on top of the tower, creating a progressively more unstable structure.

Like most people, my husband Dave and I are not getting out much during the pandemic, so it seems our weekly grocery shopping has become one of our only forms of entertainment.  It also feels like security to have a freezer full of food. If we are unable to get out, we have at least a month's worth of food to keep us going.  The only time this could backfire is if we a) lose power or b) receive a gift of food or c) have left overs.  

Today we received a very generous gift from my mother-in-law.  A box from Omaha Steaks.  Filet mignon, pork chops, hot dogs, hamburgers, potatoes au gratin, and caramel apple tarts.  It wasn't a complete surprise, I knew it was coming but just didn't know when.  

This gift required that I play freezer Jenga today, but instead of removing from the structure, I had to completely empty and then rebuild an unstable structure.  I had to remove all the trays inside the wire baskets to make more room, remove my migraine ice packs and anything unnecessary to cram in some more food.

I know when the time comes to remove an item my structure will collapse.  But that's what Jenga is all about.  Rebuild, try not to let it fall, if it does, rebuild again.  



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  1. well, my sister and I have a smallish refrigerator, and a not that generous freezer, but we do play a version of this weekly after grocery shopping! Smaller scale.

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