Mary Beth Writes

I have a bit of a hangover since I stayed up till nearly 2AM reading. Reading is such pleasure.

Our new adventure today was … ta-da … fetching our grocery order from our grocery store. We made the order on Wednesday but the earliest time to pick it up was today. Len did that and while he was out, wild guy that he is, he also filled the car with gas.

The store was 100% out of flour. Really? We still have enough to make two more loaves so I bet we will survive. But isn’t this interesting? 

Many of us are accusing some of us of hoarding.  Maybe.  Or is it that when we are all eating at home, the way ingredients get from farm and field into us is radically different?  Maybe it isn’t hoarding so much as it is another hundred million people deciding, “Well, since I’m here anyway, homemade bread tastes so much better than the stuff in plastic bags.”

Making and placing the order ahead of time is a small but real mental shift.  Okay, now we have to think 3-4 days in advance.  We make and place the list; it can be changed or added to up till the day before. Nothing about this is onerous – but it feels big. I wonder if this is what it felt like for our grandparents and great-grandparents to start buying eggs and milk and bread at a store. 

Easier, but can this possibly become normal?

This being at home feels strangely familiar to a few very unique days in my whole life. I am remembering each time we came home with a new baby. Our medical care providers were a hospital midwife team. We always came home 6-10 hours after the baby arrived – but with strict instructions for me to go straight to bed. Len would bring the newborn to me for a day or two. A nurse would visit me at home the next day. I was cared for and attended to – but each time there was this stalled feeling in my life. Something just ended. Something is beginning. Most of what lies ahead will probably be fine and sometimes even wonderful. There will be love. But there are also new things to worry about. This tiny, vulnerable infant. Me. The other kids. Len’s energy. Len’s job that will need him back pretty quickly.

It was a time out of time. Soon enough ‘the regular’ would kick in and I’d be back to running up and down the stairs, feeding the baby, making macaroni and peas for toddlers, calling Len to pick up something on the way home. Reading late into the night while I nursed the baby.   

But there is that time of transition when nothing is exactly wrong, but everything is changing. And one has to pay attention and be careful.

It feels like that, to me, now.

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It feels that way to me too

Me too. Be well. And thank you. Patricia

I have been on our neighborhood site ever since this mess started and putting my two cents in... Today Dave texted that he'd made the rounds at several stores and was reporting what they did/didn't have... Several people thanked him for it and several in panic mode told him to !!! STOP SHOPPING!!! You are coming in contact with too many people... Dave said that he was shopping for himself, his ex wife, her parents and a niegbor... He's fine but the other 4 are all quarantined at home so he selflessly was shopping for them... Dave was told to leave grocery's at the door and to NOT go in... Others told him NOT to do it at all because of the risk involved... I told Dave to ignore the Negative Nancy's and to continue helping those who don't option of going out and doing it themselves... People told him of the other options but it's what he wanted to do... You DON'T stop caring about people you've known in their time of need.. He's NOT going in their houses because he's not an idiot and didn't want to be exposed... I told him that as a caregiver I'm doing the same only I have to go in to do what I do for him but keep my distance and leave as soon as I'm done... I hope to G.O.D. every time that I'm NOT bringing the virus in with me because it would be a death sentence in his vulnerable condition... ¿Who's going to do it if I don't? is the question I have for these people... There are the selfless who do it because someone has to and then you have the complainers who sit on their hands and do nothing if it's not for themselves... I know who I chose to be...

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