Living in the Time of Corona

Hello everyone how are we all doing?  I hope everyone is healthy and as happy as one can be during lockdown.  I don’t know about you, but one of the first things I would do when I got home from a long day at work was to immediately get into my sweats, and oh yes ditch the bra. Now I am fully aware that 90% of women would also agree with me although maybe not all willing to state it publicly, but trust me it’s true. Now that joy has been taken away, as most days I don’t bother with the bra and have a wide assortment of bottoms.  What used to be a highlight of the day is now another fallout of the corona virus. I know this this phenomenon is happening everywhere because I came across an article about the pros and cons of wearing a bra, which included bad posture, back and neck aches, and let’s not forget they may someday end up in  our lap, should this go on indefinitely. Now if you have been reading my previous blogs you would know that I do use mine as a fully functioning office and it holds my phone and other things. Now I can’t take credit for “brafice” because I first heard it several years ago when the Divine Design Diva, Candice Olsen was giving a talk and I was introducing to one of her youngest fans, who skipped school that day to see her idol in person.  I had sent a note to Candice ahead of time with her fan’s name so she could give her a shout out. As we were walking over to where she was going to give her presentation, I stopped and introduced to her youngest fan and before I could say her name Candice says wait just a minute, I have it right here in my brafice, nice to meet you Julia. It was priceless to see this young girl look up at this 6”4’ tall Diva in utter amazement and pull her scrap of paper out of her travelling office.  I said right there on the spot Candice, we should trademark it, but I am going to use it. Sure enough I like to keep all my essentials right there next to my heart and occasion have sometimes embarrassed a young cashier when I wasn’t ready and pull my cc out right on the spot.  Of course that was before you just put the card in yourself and someone had to actually touch it.  Now if I could just get apple pay on my phone, I could eliminate another item form the office. I was with my friend and her daughter a few weeks ago and she was showing me that I do have apple pay on my phone, just download the app, when techie here told me I didn’t have it because my phone was old.  As it turns out he just was worried that I may take to waiving it everywhere and rack up all kinds of charges.  I wonder what else he has been keeping from me, $$$ stashed in a Swiss bank account, another family, a gambling problem, maybe on sports betting. Doubtful but now I am getting paranoid because I don’t even know the passwords to anything. Every time I log on to something that I want to do on the internet I almost always have to click forgot password and do it again. I swear Jet Blue must have wondered how a person needed to change her password 4 times in one day, but she did.  I like to keep it simple like 1 2 3 4 but now they throw me off with has to be 8 characters and has to be some numbers and different characters, I mean really give a gal a break. I suffer from CRS, can’t remember shit, and it is approaching a dangerous level, in fact I forgot what I was just talking about. It may just be the beautiful Pink moon out in spectacular display tonight and just making me howl at the moon tonight. Quick go check it out and let’s all just give a big howl and say go away corona.

Just sayin…………….

Hello everyone and how are we all doing? Have we all come to grips with the new normal?  This has just been a dress rehearsal for the new reality that is coming so just hold on to your seats.  Today was an absolutely beautiful day here in Boston, and I took to my two wheels to see what life is like outside of my four walls.  I felt like I was on furlough for a few hours as I cruised around the city and even crossed the bridge into Cambridge today.  If you lived here you would get the gist of the two cities that are separated by a river.  I know people who would say why on earth would I cross the river when I have everything I need right here, and that could be from a Bostonian or a Canterbridgian.  Cambridge may be the PC capitol of the world so there is no confusion there as to which side of the river you find yourself. Picture Birkenstocks with socks, always have the reusable bag for trader Joes, latest talk at the Harvard book store, and wearing LL bean attire in a 5 star restaurant, Boston they upgrade to maybe Lulu lemon or Patagonia with a slight heel on the foot fashion but no Jimmy Choo’s here but we think we are fashion forward.  So Cambridge definitely had all the Farm to Table places, before anyone knew what they were, and now Boston has them and they cost three times as much. But hey we are all in this together, as they say. I could really go on and on about the differences but I may have to save that for another time because it could really get heated.  But I will just add one thing and then move on ,, best Cheeseburger? Bartley’s Burger Cottage, Harvard square or Bristol Lounge Boston a really tough call and I don’t want to be the judge, but if asked may have to have several vists to determine the winner.

One of the big differences from my old life in the suburbs and my city life has been the yardwork, and absence of my gas grille.  Let me just say right up front there is nothing I miss about the yardwork, and if you have been paying attention and reading this blog you know my ideas on composting. My culinary skills would be greatly enhanced if I could just throw that nice piece of fish on the grille, but I can’t. There is no way I am grilling that fish inside this one room, I mean I would have to live with that smell for days on end, and then I might wish for the virus.  We have no green space at our city place and there is no way I am cooking down in the courtyard with charcoal. I mean really I have my standards, and the fact that I am impatient has nothing to do with this offering. Speaking with some friends tonight they were sitting outside lighting the grille and getting dinner ready for a family of five.  Well I think I have been doing pretty well since I only have to prepare for the two of us but it occurred to me if I was back in time and I had a house full that I was trapped within the same location, cooking all the meals things could go south real fast. I was remembering years ago when my son was a young teenager and really couldn’t understand why he couldn’t have a gun because he liked to target shoot.  I came home one day after a particularly exhausting day and I was at the end of my patience, as I climbed the stairs to our back deck and heard the neighbors yippy yapping dog barking nonstop which was a new habit he had taken up. I walked in slammed the door and my son was sitting in the kitchen and I said this is why we don’t own any guns because if we had one your slightly deranged Momma would walk over to that closet grab it and  shoot the dog.  He looked up at me and said Mom you are just crazy and went back to what he was doing, obviously he didn’t believe me and I am sure I was joking , but …………..

So it occurred to me tonight that after all this quarantining and we really don’t know for how long, besides the run on hair and nail salons, the next run may be the Rehab places, and if you at all drinking at the levels that we are talking about you may want to reserve your space at Betty Ford or whatever place that will work for you. I would book it quick because I see it as another business that may benefit from all this craziness. Myself I don’t have to worry because I live with the most incredible guy and he gave me a gift certificate to a really nice spa for Christmas and I know where I am going when this is over and I am taking my daughter and daughter-in law with me.

Just sayin……………..

Hello everyone and hope are happy and well, or at least happy as we can be during this time in the twilight Zone.  Today this shit is getting more and more real, by the minute. The news is we should be wearing face masks when we go out in public, and today on our daily walk with my roommate MacGyver we spotted quite a few, so people are taking heed or practicing being ready for a hold up.  Now on social media and DIY sites it is all about making your own face masks and can happen in a few easy steps. Well that may happen for some, but we are talking about a gal who drops things off at the dry cleaners when I need a button sewn. Years ago I took a sewing class at Cambridge adult ed and the instructor told me, he never said this to anyone before, but give it up.  We had to take turns on the machines in class and if I touched one of them, he had to spend too much time trying to untangle it for the others to use. Like I have said before I may be crazy but I am not stupid, and packed up my sewing kit and never took it out again. I may dig out a ski mask or for right now a cowgirl bandana will have to do, until one of my crafty friends comes through with something they found on Etsy.

Tonight was a big night here because we decided to splurge on our favorite treat, Pizza from Regina’s in the North End of Boston, and yes it was well worth it. By far, hands down, the best pizza you will ever taste. Of course it is the best when you experience it in the little bar/joint with the extra hot oil at the table, along with a cold pitcher of beer. Well these are extraordinary times and we have to adapt to a whole new normal if we want to enjoy some of life’s simple pleasures.

I call in my standard, a large pepperoni and mushroom. I once brought some friends and they ordered the veggie.  We warned them that is not the kind to order here, but sure go ahead and don’t touch ours. What do you think happened, ya I will tell you, just can’t resist this gorgeous pepperoni and mushroom. Getting off topic, ordered pizza and pulled up right in front of Regina’s, which is amazing that we could park, right there and anyone who has ever driven in the North End knows what I am talking about. Lucky to ever do a quick double park, let alone right in front. Scene right out of the latest sci-fi movie, security guy outside wearing a mask. A small crowd of people, 6 feet apart all with masks or some type of scarf around their face.  Guard asks your name he yells inside large pie for MacGyver, ok you can pass, and you do a quick pay and get your pizza. I then realize that under this new take out deal you can also buy beer to go, and I do prefer beer with my pizza and I will forgo the chardonnay and/or vodka. I asked for a 6 pack of corona but settled for bud light, Beggars can’t be choosers. I felt so much better leaving with my beer, almost like I pulled a sneaky Pete of some kind. Let’s just say that getting the booze along with your take-out is going on the plus side of this all new “only Take out’ service.  We brought that pie home and immediately had to text pictures over to those who we know would appreciate the sacredness of this meal. My roommate and I have been going here since the seventies and on every special occasion that is where we celebrate, no white table cloths for us. Pizza and beer, and half the fun is often waiting in the line to get in and you start salivating thinking of that first bite. I am a real Commandant about the wait and being ready to order as soon as we take a seat. The wait staff can be a little gruff, although they are nothing like the old days! We’ve got pizza, we’ve got beer, and what do you want?  Once my roommate and I were sitting next to these two women who were not enamored with the wait staff and they turned to us and said I bet people never come back here a second time. We said your right not a second maybe 200 times. We came here the day after my daughter’s wedding with the outlaws as they had never had the pleasure and it was a bonding event. A few years back we were there with friends, and he said he wished his son was dating someone and I said please don’t turn around but he’s at the bar and I think on a date. Well we celebrated at his wedding this past September, because that is the kind of thing that can happen when you introduce someone to the best pizza.  We brought a friend form San Diego and she went bonkers, because she said they would never serve this kind of heavy oil on pizza in SoCal.  She went a little bit overboard drooling over the spicy oil she asked the bartender for some to go, I believe he thought she was planning some kind of sex act with it. So that is what I am doing for all of you tonight introducing you to the best and when this is all over, and we can hang out again, we can meet at Regina’s and I am buying. Don’t forget no hesitation have your order ready and sans the mask. Sorry I have to share the picture, but can’t share the pizza.

Just sayin…………….

Hello everyone. Hope all are happy and healthy.  Today was a good day. The sun came out in the afternoon and I was dressed before noon after several cups of coffee that my roommate brewed for me this morning. Today was Saturday which I only deduced because we had no Zoom meetings in the morning, so almost no reason to get out of bed.  I have dialed back my cable news watching so did not have it on this morning and instead read the newsprint, even if most is not what you want to read there are some uplifting pieces.  I am reverting back to a time when I was a kid and bath time was Friday night, I don’t remember what we did the rest of the week but Friday night we all got a tub.  Mom filled that bathtub with some nice hot sudsy water and two at a time we got a good soak. Dam there were no tubby toys but we had a lot of fun with our squirt guns and just splashing. I know I am really going to date myself here but it was bath time and then Rawhide on TV! Rowdy Yates a real cowboy, google it. It won’t be the same, you really had to be there. I mean it doesn’t compare to the reality TV we have today with the Bachelor and the Kardashian, but if Wishbone cooked up those beans around the campfire you could almost recall a scene right out of Blazing Saddles.  I digress because what I really wanted to say is I had a twenty minute shower and it was almost heavenly and before eveyone goes crazy about my abuse of water, remember this is the only shower I had  this week.   Dressed and ready by noon we embarked on our walk in the city to map all the places that you could maybe use the restroom, but have to settle for depends. Today was a beautiful day so more people out than I have seen in a long time and about half wearing masks, Twilight zone, shit is real. My roomie and I walked for hours as we explored neighborhoods we only rush through. I know this is a celebratory moment to be able to enjoy these walks but they still really spook me. I have a lot of friends that are retired.  They are used to having this time and have been filling it in different ways for a while now whether by travel, babysitting, gardening or volunteering.  But hey I am still working because I know myself to well. If I am home I see myself with my ass parked on the sofa watching episodes of Law and Order, and I have seen everyone one more than a few times. I continue working because what I am living now has always frightened me, eating and binge watching.  Techie has a lot of interests and hobbies, so he is safe but for me, not so much…. I have a friend who is just freaking amazing. She paints a room, bathroom tile needs re-grouting no problem done and done. Knit a hat for the whole family two days later 8 hats done. Me I would think of all these great things I should be doing but they wouldn’t get done.  Truth be told that is why I pushed to downsize into this smaller space so less to take care of and more time on the couch. We have no yardwork, no maintenance, you pay a fee for that, basically all the time you want to park your ass on the sofa. Today techie and I did the cleaning here and took about a half an hour, he was actually vacuuming, and empty the dishwasher. It is amazing how much use that dishwasher is getting these last few weeks, more than the 5 years we have lived here.  We got spoiled living in a hood with so many places at your fingertips. In fact a few weeks ago my daughter asked me if I was stocked up, in case there was an emergency, and I said no problem I am within striking distance of a dozen hotels and they all serve food we will be fine.  She thought that was rather an odd way to prepare but she is my daughter and she has learned to roll with it. I didn’t think much about it although she said maybe not such a good plan. Well here we are in a new reality and never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be cooking and planning meals in my old age. That is why we resisted those independent communities.  Although I must admit the one thing I did find appealing was they served meals, but soon realized a Big beef cheeseburger probably wasn’t one of them, dinner tonight, so that would be a no.  I will take this time of living in Corona to carve out my new normal and let me reiterate I am not retiring anytime soon.

Just sayin………..

Found this Mother’s Day card while cleaning out my drawers tonight.

How is everyone doing today? Still happy and Healthy, or at least healthy? I know it is getting harder and harder to maintain a positive attitude but what choice do we have, misery or the pure unadulterated state of inebriation?  I don’t know about you but I know which state I am choosing and it may involve some alcohol. I had a happy hour night tonight with my girlfriends and it was rather sober tonight, I only had 3 drinks.  The conversation was really all about getting your groceries and the safes way to do it.   I had to shut it down the other night when everyone was bringing up their health issues, and we all know Boomers love to talk aches and pains and Medicare but I wasn’t having it.  It was a more somber happy hour as we discussed the ins and outs of instacart, elderly hours and just plain visits and it was all over the map.  There is a lot of advice out there on the internet and you can literally lose your mind, if you haven’t already about the safety of grocery shopping. Apparently there is a video on the internet that has you washing all your fruit and vegetables in soapy water and washing down with Clorox any place a bag, may have touched in your house. I am not doing this and won’t commit to it either, so call me an asshole, but it is just too much. I am doing the whole hand washing thing and they are a bit raw, and staying in this place with the walls closing in, but seriously?   Dr Fauci who is my new hero has said, and I saw him on the Daily show, may be a good idea but didn’t think it was necessary, so going with him. So for the better part of an hour we discussed when to go to the market, should we wear a mask? Twilight zone is a coming and which market should we go to?  My friend lives out in the woods west of Boston an honestly there aren’t many street lights on a good day. So imagine this instacart driver being a little freaked out by these rural roads in the dark and he leaves it at the wrong house, Can you blame him?  He just wanted to get out of there fast before the Coyotes bit him in the ass.  I just wonder who got her groceries and bummer for them, because unlike my cart there would be no nuttie buddies or cape cod chips……..Listening to all this tonight I was suddenly reminded of a memory from way long ago when I first became a Mom and had my baby girl. Suddenly I find myself home and it was a whole new experience for me.  I had always had a job since I was fourteen years old and now found myself with a bit of time on my hands. This was back in the day before you had internet so there were no “mommy and me” groups to reach out to, so on your own. I ran into a woman I used to work with a few years ago who had just had her second baby and was thrilled that I was living nearby. We made plans and one night I went over for a glass of wine so I could hear about all the fun things new Mommy’s were doing in the neighborhood. Things started off great as we sat around with our wine and then I said now that I am going to be home for the next 3 months what do all you Mom’s do?  Imagine my disappointment when she started listing off a ceramics class, swap meets and dare I say it a group that met after Church. I didn’t, but I almost cried on the spot and wondered what did I get myself into, I hate ceramics, I got nothing to swap and I am a lapsed Catholic married to a Jewish fellow. I was going to have to make my own way with this new baby, and it was going to be an adventure, and it has been since day one, she was right from the get go bring your baby to work. I met one of my best friends that day I had my baby girl, lady with the instacart groceries in the woods, we shared a room in the hospital and friends still to this day. Yes back in the day you almost always shared a room and worse than that you wanted a “natural’” childbirth, no freaking drugs, what idiots we were.  If I had to do it over give me the drugs. Today I am grateful that I have these friends and we can share our shopping stories, while tipping back a few, and escape the reality of what is going on in the world, with these first world problems. Who knows what tomorrow brings.

Just sayin……………

P.S. if you have read my previous blogs you know a few days ago I mentioned Ina Gartner, https://barefootcontessa.com/, is my absolute hero and that has been solidly proven that she is freaking awesome.

How is everyone today?  I hope all healthy and staying put, following all the guidelines. I have to report today that this sheltering in place, along with having to be a regular Betty Crocker or June Cleaver, has taken a toll on me and my roommate.  We are currently in separate corners and the temperature in here is running high, and I don’t mean in a fever way. I just can’t do it anymore, you start cooking and cleaning and the next thing you know they expect to have this service every day. I told my Mom that way back then, when she wanted me to “take care of” my husband. I just didn’t want him get used to it and for over 40 years he didn’t. Now two weeks into this quarantine and all I hear is what’s for breakfast, lunch and dinner?  Is the laundry done yet and did you take out the trash?  He thinks because he has been my techie all these years and been at my beck and call, that this is pay back.  I started looking for apartments today or better yet maybe an assisted living that supplies all your meals.  I wonder if those places have a bar.  Oh wait he doesn’t really drink much, so he will be fine and I am sure he can make friends fast when he shows off all his technical skills.  Because I am really all nicely settled here and I am not going to be the one that has to leave.  Today I have taped off the area in our one room loft, and the only two way path is to the bathroom and the kitchen which been divided, he can have the dishwasher. I knew things were going to get tough living in this small space under quarantine but I didn’t expect it to go south so quickly. I have been trying to be quiet watching shows on my IPad, with earphones, and keeping the TV off but not appreciated. I mentioned wasn’t it nice that I kept the TV off most of the time and he said it’s on all the time, so if he didn’t notice. What’s the point?  I only watch it from like 2am till 5 or 6 am before Morning Joe comes on, but now I am snoozing right through this because it is always the same news.  Today I decided to make blueberry pancakes which I always make when the grandkids stay over, but offered them up to my roommate, as maybe his last meal at the hands of a crazed woman, who is putting all his stuff in garbage bags in the storage unit downstairs.  Just waiting for the call back from a few places for his new home.  April Fools!!!!

Honestly I bet most of you were not falling for it and it was even hard to write, imagine putting out this sainted one. How does the saying go, I may be stupid but I am not crazy, no wait it’s I may be crazy but not stupid. I mix these up a lot I remember once yelling form my deck in the suburbs as my daughter was taking her younger brother to a concert, now remember don’t smoke any beer and drink any pot.  They waved and said sure mom we got that down, no worries. I would have had to have totally lost it, to think I could survive another month of quarantine without my personal techie, and of course my mad love. I even just ordered a new grill pan specifically to use on an induction stove, because I am sure the inferior ones I have been using are holding me back, and keeping me from achieving greatness in my culinary pursuits. I am going to start on a delicious dinner tonight, and under normal times he would have come home and said it must be April fools, because dinner is on the table. But we all know these are not normal times, so smoke em if you got em.

Just sayin…………….

Hello everyone and how are we all doing?  I am pretty sure it is Ok, we all say it really freakin sucks.  Today our Governor in Massachusetts announced a stay in place order till May 4^th and today is March 31^st, had it been tomorrow I at least could have had a laugh before I realized it wasn’t April Fools.  Big shout out tonight to my niece Kelly who was born many years ago on April Fool’s day. I can remember the day clearly. As I may have mentioned I am one of twelve and I am at the bottom of the pile as far as the birth order. It was a long time ago when my brother-in-law called my Mom’s house to say they had just had a baby.  We all blew him off and said sure Brian and Aprils fools to you, but as it turns out it was true. She was maybe a month early because my sister tripped on a rug and went into early labor, no one believed him. Anyway that is the family lore and I am sticking with it so Happy Birthday Kelly!!!

So tonight my roommate is back in my good graces and I will refer to him as my techie/lover who lives with me in this nice big room. I have been binging on the food network and imagining myself on Chopped and for sure I would have used enough salt.  I said to my lover tonight you always get eliminated because not enough salt. He was surprised because allegedly not good for you, but I know better.  First of all I just want it out there that the Pioneer Woman and Rachel Ray need to tie their hair back and get it out of the food prep area.  I just want to scream when she has all this really long red hair and dimples (nothing to do with hair) while she is cooking. Even me who uses the really old expired ingredients out of her own pantry can’t stand breaking the rules on the hair. I mean I love all the food they prepare and I wish I was part of their families but please tie the hair back.  I will take exception for Ina who is my absolute hero and if I come back in another life I want to be one of her friends. I mean this dude Jeffrey has it made in the shade and who wouldn’t want to be him. Everything she makes is with him in mind and let’s not discount the really nice digs in the Hamptons.  What I really love about Ina is she uses the real butter and cream and not of this reduced calorie bullshit. I mean if we are going to all this trouble don’t dumb it down.   So tonight I decided to try a recipe that I saw on Facebook that my friend Joe Ruggiero posted, you might know him as designer extraordinaire.  Chicken Marsala which seemed basic enough but first I had to go through my spice cabinet and see if I had all the needed ingredients and I don’t know about you but if it says February 2017, but never been opened I think it is still good.  Honestly I think these expiration dates are overrated, just a base line but you can add 24 months.  I would have to throw out most of my pantry and sometimes my kids over react on this issue.  Seriously so what if your aspirin is 3 years old, that is just because they want you to buy more stuff, just take double the dose and you will be fine.  I cooked this most delicious dinner tonight with a very old spice cabinet and the wrong kind of wine and as of right now we are all still standing. Of course I am going to finish the Chardonnay because I can assure you, and my friend Celia will vouch for me, that never gets more than a day old in my house, as I do have my standards.

Just sayin……………………………………..

Hello everyone and hope we are all doing well and staying safe at home. I guess I was under a rock because I got the word this morning that we are in it for another month and forget about the financial strain, my waistline cannot handle it. One of the first things that happened to me this morning is I got an alert from a so called friend telling me the governor of Massachusetts was shutting down liquor sales for 7 days. As I am running out of the house I asked my roommate if he thought it was true and his words “you better run”.  So run I did to my local “packy”, figuring familiarity would grant me one last sale.  I asked if they heard about the liquor closing for a week and he burst out laughing.  He said they don’t have enough hospital beds, so how are they going to medicate those at home. Good point and I was both embarrassed and relieved, to know I had been duped. I came home with my bounty and my techie/roommate had a good laugh and said he was going to let Sarah know that I was run over in my mad dash that she instigated. After safely putting away my supplies I went back to the link and apparently I am told it is something called “rick rolling” getting you to play a video from Rick Astley from 1987. I think it has a nice beat and I could dance to it.

 Really so many things I never heard of as I generally don’t spend a lot of time on the internet.  This whole “Fake News” thing brought me back to a memory of when I first met my now husband/roommate. Just so you know he wasn’t always the saint he is today. I’ve got the goods on him.  This was back in college on a Friday night were roaming around the campus center bars and then ended up in one of these conference rooms we found open, about twenty people. We were all fairly buzzed and there may have been some pot involved because I can’t recall where the ashes came from. I had just met techie and it was only the second time we were hanging out. They started playing this game. I don’t remember all the details but you pinched the person’s cheek next to you and said pinchy winchy pass it down.  Well as you were playing the game a few people around the table were ending up with these ash marks all over their faces. I thought it was hysterical and couldn’t stop laughing at them. I mean they were getting covered in ash marks and they had no idea what was happening.  It wasn’t till a few hours later after we had gone to another bar and I visited the ladies room and looked in the mirror there I was so covered with the black ash marks. When I saw myself I couldn’t stop laughing and loved the fact that he did not tell me for those few hours we were hanging in the bar.. He let the joke ride and it but just really good stoner fun. So after my initial show of panic today and all the dust was settled, I really didn’t care that I was played, pinchy winchy pass it down.  Today was a wet and gloomy damp day and at least I could still laugh at myself and allow my roommate to go along with the joke. We definitely need to keep laughing wherever we see the joy.

Just sayin…………….

How is everyone doing today? I hope all happy, healthy and more importantly staying put… Today was just one of those days you sometimes wish for, almost like a snowstorm, where you are stuck home and spend the day, cooking, organizing or just parked on your sofa with a good book or binge on a show. But now we are all turned upside down and every day is a snow day, so all the fun has disappeared. One look out the window today and I already knew without checking my phone it was not going to be a day to take a 5 mile walk. It was dreary and rainy. After a few hours with all my newspapers, I looked over at my roommate and said I am going to ask you to do something for me and you aren’t going to like it. Did you all notice he went from saint, to techie to roommate, getting a bit testy here. Anyway I decided it was imperative that we rearrange the furniture, that dent in the rug has been bothering me for the last three years and I need that rug pad moved today. Now remember this is a one room loft and a bit tricky to stand and move a sectional to find a spot to keep it while I turn that rug, but he is also very good at these tasks as well. A regular MacGyver if you will. We got it all sorted out and removed all the Cheetos and wrappers that have managed to live under the sofa. All kinds of now unidentifiable items were quickly scooped up and retired to the trash. Voila you have a new room and amazing how a few moves can change your life. I decided it was a good time to maybe leave the compound and go out for a few much needed supplies. I knew from my face time experiences that the basics were running low for my grandchildren. If I didn’t act fast their supplies would be greatly diminished. So I did what any Grandmother who wanted to remain in good standing would do in this time of need and sought out the best place to shop. I found a market and went in for the kill, I loaded it up with all the best food I knew to be important for the survival of my grandchildren or similar to a Woody Allen movie sleeper when they came out of their capsule and it was all health food. They said what about hot fudge and deep fat all the things that we know to be good for our survival, now replaced with Kale. I have told you how my grandchildren are being brainwashed into thinking this Kale and almond shit are being pushed as YUMMY. I felt it was my duty to get out there and do another survival run similar to these gun shoppers. We need to be ready. I went to a market out of my Zone and it was nice not crowded and appeared sane. I diligently filled my cart it had two levels so I put the great junk food and the top and mine at the bottom. Of course at check out it was indescribable which was mine, and what was theirs, but nonetheless I told the checkout please bag these items separate. I don’t know about you but it was a little embarrassing for me when she was running through Yodels, Ring Dings, Cheetos, chips, cupcakes, chocolate cupcakes, nutty buddies, you get the picture. She told me this was a judgment free zone and she has seen a lot worse. Grateful for her empathy I paid the bill and took my bags to the car and loaded up. My plan was to drop the contraband on the front porch and call later that there was a drop off, remember this is an organic or weird food household so you have to be stealth. I pull into the driveway and quickly run up to the steps to make a quick getaway but my grandson Charlie opens the door and I am busted. I say Charlie I am not allowed in the house but just making a drop. Now he is a very smart kid and he looks down in the bags and sees the contraband and he can be a sly one, and says ok just drop it. But then comes his sister Maisie who is two. She is so happy to see me that I just melt in my tracks. Hands up pleading for me to pick her up and I do, breaking the rules. I now stepped into the doorway and she looks to see where Poppa is and I knew I was in trouble. The best thing is right there for the ten minutes I spent with them. My kids didn’t care about the rules. We ate some cupcakes, potato chips, chocolate and candy and for this time it didn’t matter. Yes it would be difficult when I was gone and they had to lay down the law but I remember my Mom, mother of twelve, and often took care of all her grandchildren, the rule was what happens at Grandmas stays at Grandmas. The trouble is now in the time of Corona what happens is virtual so we have to improvise or deliver on door steps or UPS.
Just sayin……………..