*Written over a year ago, when masks were “advised” and socially distancing encouraged. Everyday people were beginning to listen, yet COVID was considered by some main street deniers a figment of our overactive imagination. For locals, this was at Caralluzi’s Food Market, Bethel, CT. * I maneuver the one-way aisles, six feet apart from scardy cats in front and behind me, methodically grocery shopping. I’ve turned into a futuristic human
Love, kindness, patience and Little Nutbrown Hare in express lane
I wasn’t feeling very kind. I was in a rush. I’m always in a rush, but especially today, when I stopped at the grocery store to frantically buy the one thing I needed for dinner. It was to be a quick trip; easy in, easy out. I got a parking spot up close and knew exactly which aisle to aim for, and where the 15 & under items registers were located, and which clerks were
Paper or Plastic?
Kid number 1 starts her first R-J today. Her first real job. I tend the think the $15/hour she got tax-free for math tutoring was an RJ, or the exorbitant amount of cash desperate parents force into her pockets each weekend — again, under the table — for an evening out is, perhaps not an RJ, but a great cash none-the-less. Today she starts checking and bagging groceries at the