It’s been a busy week, and I’m glad to see the weekend arrive. So much drama everywhere.
After work I went grocery shopping, to the tune of more than $220, thanks to needing pet food and treats, and litter, above and beyond food. Prices are just ridiculous, and the shelves aren’t full, even here and there empty. But plenty of toilet paper!
I passed a woman in front of the onions. There were red onions and a few white ones. The other bins were empty. We both shook our heads, kinship over the question “What the heck is going on?” At least that’s what was on my mind.
More and more, that is since the pandemic, I’m more willing to talk to strangers in the grocery store. I’m an introvert — I barely enjoy socializing with friends, let alone strangers. I guess that was a lesson learned from COVID isolation: sometimes you have to make connections where you can find them.
I’m a relatively careful shopper. I try to buy items with coupons or mPerks attached, or even better, with the red tags marked for clearance, as long as it looks OK and isn’t (too) outdated. I snagged a chicken bacon ranch flatbread pizza for $2.99 — $3 off! I was too tired to cook dinner, then the house was too hot to turn on the oven. (Hopefully it will be cooler tomorrow, or I’ll bake it early in the day.) I settled for a Guinness and Korean BBQ pork rinds.
That’s all I have for today. Still pondering yesterday’s question: What do I do for fun? Tomorrow I’ll make soup and bread, and walk the dog depending on the weather. I’ll read. Still can’t think of anything else.
I do think of myself as a creative person. Why do I have such a block about this? Definitely a topic to journal about.
One last thing. This popped up on my Facebook memories today. It stopped me. I want to have it printed out and framed. I could use the reminder.
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