In the best of times, I’m not a fan of grocery shopping – and these are definitely NOT the best of times.
No matter what I’m getting, it takes an hour in the store.
And then, I have to unload the car (usually with my husband’s help); and then put it all away.
I consider it my weekly workout.
I don’t fuck around in the store.
I figure out the recipes I want to make for the week.
I make a list.
I buy what’s on the fucking list.
Yes, I also buy some other – easy dinner things for when I just cannot face cooking.
But that is it.
Now with COVID-19, I consider my trip to the grocery store as my weekly “dance with death”.
Because I am not only a fat OLD lady, I have at least one other risk factor.
I go at 6 fucking a.m. on either Tuesday or Thursday.
I put on yesterday’s clothes (lovely, but if you are close enough to be offended by my dirty clothes – you are too fucking close!).
This time for shopping is supposed to be for seniors and other at-risk people.
Sure seem to be a lot of non-senior “at-risk” people shopping then.
I know that risks and disabilities are not always visible, so I actually do try to not be too judgy.
I know, I’m a fucking saint that way.
I really am grateful and thankful for all the people that do a daily dance with death just so I can do my grocery shopping.
Thank you, from the bottom of this Fat Old Lady’s fat old heart.
No, I don’t wipe down the groceries when I get them home.
It’s barely 7 a.m. and I still have to put the groceries away, strip down, throw the (now contaminated) clothing in the laundry and take a shower to wash off all the COVID cooties.
Besides, I don’t have any wipes to use and if you know where to find any – I’m impressed.
I only have the mental fortitude for so much.
And I am at my max right now.
I know I am not the only one, but I am the one that is my problem.
I hope y’all are staying safe out there; and hanging in the best you can.
That’s all any of us can do at any given time – the best we can.