It occurred to me today that someday I might be the family matriarch. Not that that was my life plan or anything, but at some point, it’s going to be up to me to be the wise elder, the person people come to for advice, the person who knows how to do things and get things done.*
I am not at that level of life skills yet, but I aspire to be. gotta get cracking.
it’s good to be getting older.
*the other option, I supposed, is to become a helpless old lady, the natural progression from scared little girl.
today I parallel parked. on the street. in the pouring rain.*
It may not sound like much but I have never parallel parked before. wasn’t necessary when I got my license and I just…never learned. Always found a garage or a regular parking space. My condo has a parking space. It’s maybe 100% of the reason I take public transit downtown.
And yet I was able to do it when I needed to. (I mean, I didn’t need to. I could have gone to the garage. But I was like..it’s free. It’s right there on the street. It’s a pretty big space.)
Weird! It is nice to be surprised by heretofore unknown abilities as an adult.
*I would have taken a photo but, you know. Pouring rain. You’ll have to take my word for it.
Man I didn’t even know it was Saturday today. and I usually love Saturdays!
coronavirus lockdown life feels sort of endless and aimless. it’s easy to get in a circle thinking and talking about the same things all the time, because you’ve got nothing much to distract you (I mean other than the omnipresent and oppressive fear of getting coronavirus.)
I mean, it’s better than it was. Back in March (2020) it seriously got in my head that maybe we’d be scrounging in the streets for food, people dropping like flies, like every apocalyptic movie you’ve ever watched. But then things gradually eased up. We got into a groove of masking up, distancing, keeping to ourselves, ordering everything online.
But still. Some days it is hard. I know eventually we will go back to normal and all, but this lockdown stuff, I can understand how it wreaks havoc on people’s mental states. Even I, a world class hermit, feel a bit down in the dumps living at a six foot remove from other people.
We had really lovely low-key thanksgiving. The plan was a Pie theme, I would make pizza and a pecan pie and we’d eat that. I cannot be fussed to make holiday foods.
But, as we were wandering the neighborhood, we started reminiscing about how much we liked thanksgiving food. Even Babbo, for whom Thanksgiving is just another Thursday.
So we called up a local restaurant and ordered their turkey specials for take-out. It was entirely satisfactory: turkey, stuffing, rolls, green beans wrapped in bacon, sweet potato mash. Little plastic cups with cranberry sauce, butter, gravy, and extra stuffing. The first take-out we’ve had since March. A lot to be thankful for!
I’m glad we went to the trouble of eating actual thanksgiving food. We also contemplated getting Chinese, but that is our Christmas food.
What was trader joe’s all shopped out of today, the day before of Thanksgiving?
Turkey stuffing flavored chips
Answer at the bottom.
Another day, another grocery shopping for necessities at Trader Joe’s in Washington, DC experience.
Don’t you love it when the Trader Joe’s employees engage in awkward banter with you, the customer? The pandemic shut that down quick, but some employees (mates?) continue the very American awkward behavior of small talking the customer. I used to hate it, but much like smiling at strangers, we all reach a breaking point where we adapt and assimilate to the strange cultural quirks of this country. “YES I LOVE THE QUINOA CEREAL. MY 5 CATS CAN’T GET ENOUGH!”
I do really enjoy saying something pleasantly outrageous back to the Trader Joe’s cashier. “Yes, potatoes potatoes potatoes! The centerpiece of my thanksgiving. This year the theme is P. Only P foods. Potatoes, pudding, and prune whip!”
As I trundled back home with my potatoes, I thought, a letter themed meal is not a bad one. P is a good letter. Many foods start with p, such as pizza, potatoes, pot roast, pigs in a blanket, and pie. Literally every pie! Pistachios, pickles, peanut butter. Scrumptious.
Whereas the letter D is not so good. There aren’t many foods that start with D: duck (yuck), durian, donuts, danish.
Trader joes’. I have a lot of thoughts, but basically I don’t really like trader joe’s but at the same time I don’t dislike it enough to never shop there. Number 1 it is really conveniently located for me, which I suppose melts away any other mild opposition I might feel.
Answer to the multiple choice question above: I don’t know, they might have been out of those other things, I did not check, but the answer was 3, flowers. Only a few sad bunches left. Happy thanksgiving to all those people who got a lovely tj’s bouquet!
PS Bonus photo of my #1 Trader Joe’s purchase, the Belgium chocolate pound plus bar. It’s not great, but it’s not bad.