Time Perhaps for a Smile

All right.  

All right, all right, all right. Apparently we have a problem. Several of them actually. And every single one of ‘em is this virus’s fault. COVID 19. What does COVID even stand for anyway? Continual Overdrive Virus in Disguise (our President has mentioned more than once we can’t see it – oh…… ok. I hang on his every word as a proud D.) 19. I think I garnered somewhere that refers to the year it started. The model number. Maybe not. I probably don’t care because that isn’t the real problem. These are:

I saw on Facebook a meme that said (I think it was a meme / I don’t really know what a meme is so I’ll go with that) “In about 6 weeks we are going to know everyone’s true hair color.” Well, that’s true and it’s beyond irritating. Only your hair dresser is supposed to know for sure. My hair is my thing and has been ever since my Stevie Nicks days in the band. While my bestie from childhood Tish has the most beautiful gray hair on the planet, I don’t even know what color my hair is now (or last year, or 5 years ago or even 10). And I don’t want to know. It looks like it might be coming in white – not even gray. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? So… among the supplies I purchased this morning was some little root touch up kit. I’m sure that’s going to go well. Which brings me to my next topic. The grocery store.

I apparently qualify to go into my local grocery store at 6 am under the “seniors” plan. I know you’re shocked that I qualify (say that even if you don’t mean it). The store manager was dutifully asking all who entered if they were 60.

She didn’t ask me. (three letter question should be inserted here).

In my defense I did have a mask on. And gloves, jeans and a long sleeved shirt – you can’t be too careful these days. They were wool gloves that made me drop half of the product that I picked up. Those were the gloves I had. Have. Will use again. They are a lovely bright red, a detail I’m sure you were wondering aloud about.

What I learned at the store is this. My fellow seniors have no clue about social distancing, physical distancing or whatever you want to call it. Zero, zippo, zot. Or, they are unfamiliar with what 6 feet let alone 3 feet looks like. I scowled but said nothing as I maneuvered myself around them as possible. Scowling felt really good by the way. Walk around your house today and try it. But not for too long. My understanding is your face may freeze that way.

I actually already had 6 weeks worth of everything a single girl could want in my house. But the news in Arizona last night said our cases and hospitalizations will peak at the end of April or in May. So, I decided I wanted to shop while there were not so many sick people in the store. I bought things I normally wouldn’t buy. But I will eat if I have to, like vegetable soup. Or kiddies macaroni and cheese because there was no adult macaroni and cheese on the shelf. (Is there a difference?) Of course the challenge will be to make all of this food last through to May rather than eating it tonight.

Surely I will lose weight during this stay at home and work with your dogs on your lap phase of my life.

So I’m good food wise, wipe wise (whatever kind you want to interpret that as), dog food wise. The only problem will be milk. I have milk for my tea. My family’s background stems from jolly old Brexit ridden England. Milk in the cup of tea (BEFORE you pour the tea in) is simply a must. It’s really quite the sin if you do it, or drink it, any other way. But… If I must go without, that will be my contribution of sacrifice to the world at hand. But oh…. the crisis of it all.

Be safe, be well. Stop touching stuff and stay away from other people.

But this for sure – fill your heart, soul and mind with love.