Friday, May 8, 2020

Pig and farm report

I have summoned the dreaded shopping guy again to replace food my son took with him on his journey (doesn’t venturing out seem like a journey now? a quest?) the worst part of shopping this way other than the cost is the constant texting do you want ripe or unripe avocados (I don’t care) can I replace whole tomatoes with crushed (yes anything but Hunts no Hunts) so Hunts crushed etcetera not only that but the phone either ringing or pinging with a text triggers my PTSD I only text with (to?) two people and one of them is my son that ping ping ping happens then waiting for a stranger to drive up sometimes texting me again asking front or back door (I don’t care) which also triggers my PTSD so I order then I crumple and hide and wait for it to end

none of this is okay but because I am 66 and have had pneumonia and bronchitis especially bronchitis frequently when I was a young I am a disposable human at least according to our government

Weekend Update

I lived through it and even got a small jar of peanut butter and just look at this sky so onward to my journey

mockingbird wish me luck


Blogger Ms. Moon said...

It sounds like it would almost be easier to go shopping yourself but of course that is not true. I just got back from town and I'm exhausted in all ways.
Here's what I wish- that people who never made bread in their life would just stop. That's so ugly but I need bread flour. Okay. I want bread flour.
A mockingbird flew over my head today and landed on a tree branch right next to me. He made a squawk like I've never heard a mockingbird make. I hope he was wishing me luck. And you too.

May 8, 2020 at 2:44 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

Mary it would be folly for me to go to the store. I have panic attacks in stores in non plague times and that gets ramped up under a mask and that’s just for starters. So not easier at all and this way no chance of bumping into death.

May 8, 2020 at 2:51 PM  
Blogger Ms. Moon said...

I understand. That's what I meant when I said, "Of course that's not true."
None of it is easy. Not one damn thing about it.

May 8, 2020 at 3:41 PM  
Blogger Rebecca said...

I figure it takes me around 3 hours to get groceries. I am buying for us, and for my mother-in-law and brother-in-law. I am fairly crazed with it all. They are picky and I am picky about BANANAS. But you are right, it is stressful and cannot cannot cannot. I told my family that I will not do it anymore. And bless your head and chest and heart. (your mother, and mine, will stay dead)

May 9, 2020 at 5:01 AM  
Blogger Ms. Moon said...


May 9, 2020 at 7:55 AM  

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