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A breath of spring in the cottage
Gift from a friend
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A Day without
Women totally got by me, but then I don’t know how I could have boycotted, etc.
I don’t go to work, don’t care for children or a husband. I’m responsible only
for me…which is maybe the point. Anyway I applaud the women who took time and trouble
to broadcast the sorry state of women, even today.
My day started
with hurry up and wait. Jordan and I were going shopping at ten, but a young
woman had an accident right in front of our house, hit a car owned by a PTA
mother Jordan has known since they were both in middle school. Jordan went out
and found the young woman—pregnant and frightened—sitting in a smoking car,
waiting for her husband, ambulance, fire dept., police, whoever. With great
authority Jordan said, “I need you to get out of the car.” She took the woman
to our porch got her water and waited with her. I am so proud of her and wouldn’t have wanted
her to do anything else but not knowing the circumstances, I was out in the cottage
frustrated and waiting.
My other
disappointment, frustration came from the phone. I am so weary of calls from
institutions where I must punch one for English, punch in my address, phone,
last four digits, age, birthdate—only to be put on hold and eventually find that
the call is totally unimportant. Or get an operator with such a heavy accent I
can’t understand. Bank of America today wanted to verify my information, but when
they got me on the phone they found out it was already verified. I’d love to
ignore these calls but I’m always afraid it has something to do with my credit
or whatever.
Big pleasures: Jordan
and I went to Trader Joe’s, with my list. I had never been, had a skewed idea
about it, and absolutely loved it. We went at an off-hour, so parking was easy
and the store was blessedly empty. I saw so many things I wanted, from snacks
to frozen entrees. Had butternut squash with creamed spinach tonight. I want to
go back there.
Home for lunch, and
then to Central Market. I haven’t been in a grocery store in months, and this
was a real treat. In this case, my list was made out in order of where things were
because that store is familiar to me. Jordan kept piling things into the basket
on my lap, until I could barely see over the top. I was delighted when one of
the butchers recognized me, and a cheese man had a good laugh about me and my
piled-high basket. I love that store, but it frustrates Jordan. We’ll have to
educate each other—she can teach me Trader’s, and I’ll defuse her frustration
with Central Market.
Because of these
shopping forays, I have provisions enough for a long time.
To top off the
day, Jordan took Sophie to the vet. Sophie (not Jordan) has snuffled with
allergies, and I’ve been treating her with Benadryl. But yesterday she sneezed
a fine spray of blood twice but then normal sneezes. I called the vet hoping he’d
phone diagnose but he wanted to see her, so off they went. A vet bill and some
drops later, Sophie seems just fine.
No writing today
Just dealing with life as it came along. But it was a good day.
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