Missing church, a frustrating day, and a fun dinner

 

Brinner

For the first time in forever, I didn’t make online church this morning, and I suppose it wasn’t even for a very good reason. I hope the Lord understands. I was frustrated with the computer world.

All day yesterday I tried to order online from Central Market and always got an “Access Denied” response with security cited as the issue. I’ve had this problem before and customer service has been responsive and quick. Not so today. I think the lady lost patience with me because I told her I was hard of hearing and elderly—so she thought “dementia.” She was helpful but not very. So then I called son Colin who took over my computer and spent an hour figuring things out. Finally, he made Central Market a trusted site, and I was in.

But meantime I ordered by phone, which has its own perils. Dealt with a nice woman who really tried, but now I have God’s quantity of ground rosemary—don’t ask!—and an equal amount of dried parsley flakes, which I will eventually use if I live long enough. I got most of what I want, but ground turkey instead of beef—oh well, turkey burgers will be good one night.

In fixing Central Market, Colin left other problems, a couple of which I finally solved. But there was a huge blank white screen in the middle of my screen saver and I couldn’t get into Twitter, which I know should not be a huge problem these days when people are bowing out of Twitter in droves. But there are some left-leaning columnists I like—David Corn, David Frum, Rick Wilson. Tonight, after yet another session with Colin these seem to be solved. Wish all of life’s problems were so easily fixed. But the whole things left me exhausted.

Tonight we had brinner—breakfast for dinner, a potluck affair with three sets of friends. We used to do this more often before pandemic, so it was fun to rehook. And we had an amazing supper—sausage and cheese on a biscuit, potato casserole, baked egg casserole, bacon and sausage, French toast casserole. Not the meal if you’re struggling with your waistline. Conversation tended to be mostly about food, both cooking it at home and restaurants. At one point, neighbor Jay (the good looking one) asked, “After we’ve had such an amazing meal, why are we talking about where to eat next?” But in a big way, it was talk about keeping up with how much our city has changed and grown, even since pandemic.

Sophie and I survived the first night of standard time. She slept until six, daylight savings time, which means she ate at five, which she often does. I had dreaded the thought of a four o’clock demand for food. (Why do we do that? For a few days after a time change, we measure everything against the time it “should have been”—five o’clock a.m. is really six o’clock, etc.) I also survived—slept until 8:15 (new time, with several interruptions), had a good nap, but now I’m so sleepy.

The week ahead brings a dinner guest, a doctor’s appointment, and, I hope, a lot of time for Irene’s adventures. I keep living them in my head, particularly when I sleep, so I really need to get them on paper.

What about you? How are you handing the switch from daylight to standard time?