Made chick'n salad (chickpeas pulsed in the NutriBullet, adding vegan mayo, chopped apples, sliced grapes, diced onion, and chopped walnuts)... brownies (with JustEgg)... and lettuce wraps (I scaled back/substituted to make it substantially easier than the recipe calls for).
I also experienced two very successful grocery deliveries this week, both from Whole Foods. They actually had *everything* on my list, including JustEgg, which has become very hard to find and, believe it or not, their prices are more in line with reality. I am forever grateful to Publix Instacart, but it's nice to have another option. Maybe alternate between the two? Still pondering.
Had a lovely, extended phone conversation with my friend KathyB, whereupon we bemoaned the sh*tshow that is our leadership (both federal and state) right now, and vowed to get together in their front yard for a Social Distancing Happy Hour!
Oh, I also toe-dipped back into retail therapy. Returning to my moratorium on spending, but all three (a tiny silver nose ring, purple yoga capris, a vampire book!) lifted my spirits.
So, as is tradition, five items below of beauty, interest, and humor to brighten your day. Enjoy your weekend!
~ The Joy of Regrowing My Scallions — Yes, Regrowing My Scallions: You’ll have to trust me. It’s more thrilling than it sounds. (thanks to Nancy for the idea, and then this article came up on my radar, so I sent it to her, and now I'm sharing it here... :-)
~ With the World on Pause, Salamanders Own the Road: Traffic is down, thanks to the pandemic. That’s good news for amphibians looking to migrate safely.
~ Hug guard for Nana: I want someone to invent this for me... 💓
~ The Many Masks of Nancy Pelosi: The speaker of the House has relentlessly, and strategically, made masks a part of her platform.
~ 10 Sneaky Ways Your Coronavirus Anxiety Is Coming Out: COVID-19 is messing with everyone's mental health. Here are subtle signs it's affecting yours, plus advice on how to cope. (thanks to Sarah, who got it from her friend Nicole!)
SONG: I Dare You by Kelly Clarkson (thanks to BrookeB for this wonderful song... 💖 )
BOOK: Zen as F*ck Journal by Monica Sweeney
POEM: Things That Are Changed—March, 2020 by Kimiko Hahn
A bandana. A cardinal. An apple
No. 2 lead pencil—the mechanical pencil, now empty—appears more vivid
A box of toothpicks—now that I’m baking bran muffins
Rubber gloves: that Playtex commercial “so flexible you can pick up a dime.” I tried once and it's true. Thankfully, I have yellow rubber gloves—like those Mother wore. We never had a dishwasher. No, that was her, the dishwasher. Not even this gloomy daughter was assigned the chore. Though I did learn in Home Ec. to fill a basin with warm water and soap; wash glasses before the greasy dishes then silverware and finally pots and pans. Rinse. Air dry (“it's more sanitary”). And I do.
Scissors: I cut up dish clothes to use as napkins. When I try sewing on the ancient Singer (1930?), the knee-lever doesn’t work so I abandon the hemming. Then hand stitch while listening to the news. I am grateful for a full spool of white thread.
Scissors: where once I used these to cut paper, now I use them for everything. Including hair. Father always directed us to use the right kind of scissors for the task—paper, cloth, hair. Had he lasted into his nineties, how would he have dealt with sequestering? With belligerence, no doubt.
Empty jar: I think to grow beansprouts and look into ordering seeds. Back ordered until May 1.
Egg shells: should I start a mulch pile? Mother had a large empty milk carton by the sink where she'd add stuff to mulch. And now T reports that because they are making every meal, Our mulch pile is so alive.
Sleeping Beauty, yes, that cocoon—
Moby Dick, The Tale of Genji, Anna Karenina—I left Emily Dickinson—Selected Poems edited by Helen Vendler in my office
Notebook: March 20, 2020
A student in Elmhurst cannot sleep for the constant ambulance sirens. She keeps her blinds drawn but sees on tv what is taking place a block away—bodies in body bags loaded onto an enormous truck. The governor calls this The Apex. And late last night, R called—“helicopters are hovering over the building!” She remembers the thrumming over our brownstone in Park Slope on 9/11. And just now I learn that religious people just blocks from her were amassing by the hundreds, refusing social distance. And I am full of rage. Some communities have begun to use drones to disperse people. The president states he has “complete power.” And I am filled with rage.
Binoculars: a cardinal
102.7°F
Puzzling
A neighbor goes out to pick up my prescription. I leave daffodils on the porch for him. I picked them with gloves on.
QUOTE: "Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past and imagine their world anew. This one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next. We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our data banks and dead ideas, our dead rivers and smoky skies behind us. Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another world. And ready to fight for it." ~ Arundhati Roy
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