The Pandemic Sloth of Maine- Just hanging out at home. Today's paper- the fully loaded Sunday with more than 2 sections. The Food section is always my favorite- but during the pandemic, the food people are writing things that just irritate me. The Vegan writer was all about making burritos, tacos and burgers. She did make her family one soup this week. No pasta. Making food items that are usually made with "meat" makes me sort of crazy. Make vegetables!!!!! Black bean and sweet potato burgers. Homemade not from the Whole Foods freezer section. I'm starting to think she writes but can't actually cook. Last Sunday a guy wrote about making bread (wonderful if you snagged any flour and yeast). The egg person wrote about making a chocolate bourbon drink (containing egg). Bourbon is not.
That's my rant for the day. The egg columnist wrote about "stretching" a dozen eggs to cover a week's meals. Eggs are hard to come by here in Maine. I guess. I buy Egg Beaters. Eggs in the shell give me the willies.
I sorted my sock basket. Of my favorite green (non wool) socks- I have three. Yeah. Three. Of the black (men's cheap not wool) ones- I have four. Of the Smart wool socks I have 300. But I seem to have developed an allergy to wool socks (itch, hives and then red angry hives). I do have 10 pairs of the black men's brand sock in an ankle high variety. I also have some in the low cut variety that I wear with Crocs to my daughter's HORROR. "Did you go OUTSIDE like that??????" Yes. Every day. I'm old, who cares?????
I woke up crying. I had been thinking of writing about the 32 days in quarantine but realized it's been almost one year and 32 days. G and I sort of went into quarantine in March 2019 when Riley started being anxious about sleeping on his dog bed. And one of us had to sleep on the couch with one foot on the dog's back while he shivered in fear, anxiety or pain. We stayed home. Emotionally and physically exhausted. When he started being afraid to get in the car. When we couldn't leave him home alone. When we stopped going anywhere.
We had just started to go out for meals- usually lunch. You know, without crying in public-that's the hard part to get past. We had gone to three movies (I cried as soon as the lights went down and tried to stop by the time the credits started rolling- not about Riley- about the people in the movies). Little Women, Star Wars,Yesterday. Coming attractions (one about a dog). And I was excited to go see Emma. Looking forward to it but we missed out by a day.
So I am not writing about Quarantine. I have a ball of store made pizza dough on the counter trying to reach room temp. We'll have it later in the afternoon. I just started one of my medieval romances- this one is terribly sad. Terribly sad. But it's also one of my favorites. Iolanthe.
Because it's Easter I cracked open one of my tubs of dark chocolate caramels from Trader Joe's. Won't last the day.
I also measured out my instant coffee with a different spoon this morning and....quite the improvement. I think I will have a second cup. The miniature daffodils are making a valiant effort to stand up after the heavy wet snow crushed them. They were in full flower. The taller ones are struggling. The Hellebore are fine. Hyacinths- my beloved dark blues- are struggling. Still 200K in households waiting for their electricity to be fixed from the heavy wet snow we had. Help coming from Quebec Hydro.
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