Wherein RantWoman visits Safeway in late afternoon while hungry, comes home with lots o fdairy products and schleps home two 12-packs of LaCroix sparkling water on the bus.
First, Auditions for EarWorm of the day.
RantWoman has been trying to soothe herself with various musical offerings and quests for #Pandemic-themed performances. Today though, RantWoman decided she needs a Bach cello suite fix.
RantWoman is not familiar with Suite # 5. This is only one movement and RantWoman will have to go find the whole suite, but RantWoman definitely needs calm and multidimensionality more than she needs bad pandemic art today.
Think you have gas? Add fizz?
Now the grocery shopping reflections behind the grapefruit LaCroix and the food meditations. RantWoman THINKS she is still getting rid of air pumped into abdomen over a week ago. RantWoman admits that the thought of odorless farts and license to burp loudly sound kind of, um, original but frankly, RantWoman is bleeping getting tired of this. RantWoman is not sure why she thought actually adding fizzy water might help but RantWoman decided to try it. Then RantWoman decided to head south to the Safeway close to RantMom's old place. RantWoman has had good experience buying LaCroix there and would even have thought about San Pellegrino until she looked at the price and decided two 12-packs of LaCroix is enough to try to schlep home on the bus anyway.
RantWoman thought about asking Irrepressible Nephew to pick something up and drop it off when convenient. But then RantWoman heard Little Sister express concern about weigh gain since Nephew got car and stopped walking or biking everywhere. RantWoman also does not really have a car-themed plan B either so the bus it was.
RantWoman has not been to that Safeway since before the #STayHomeorders That Safeway has rearranged a lot for wider aisles. RantWoman was a little afraid that late afternoon on a Saturday would be a terrible time to go grocery shopping. RantWoman reckons that it's probably a bad sign of people's economic fragility that she was wrong: NO crowding. Lots of things pricier than RantWoman would like. Lots of markings for 6-foot intervals. And RantWoman went shopping hungry.
So RantWoman came home with pre-made salads, meatballs, a pre-pared sandwich, some bagels and lots of cream chees, 2 12-packs of LaCroix cheese sticks, lemons, limes. RantWoman will have to deal with more vegetables but today it is TOO HOT to do anything except lurk in the AC.
RantWoman Sleeps or Not
Even before #Pandemic, RantWoman's sleep hygiene (sleepin routines) and sleep patterns have been pretty hit or miss for awhile. RantWoman keeps trying to do better: go to bed at a set time. Avoid food and especially caffeine in the evening. Do wind-down activities and be careful what RanTWoman expects of herself around screens.... But music and the New York Times crossword puzzle because RantWoman is absurdly grateful to be able to see enough to do the puzzle: those are balms for the pandemic addled soul.
So, what do meatballs have to do with sleep? RantWoman ate meatballs late in the evening. That is one factor behind when RantWoman actually went to bed after the shopping expedition. RantWoman did the NYT crossword early in the evening. The Sunday one was actually easier than the Saturday one. Saturday had a bunch of long ass clues RantWoman could not figure out and RW never hit enough of a network to help figure out the stuff that did not just flow.
RantWoman also has this peculiar relationship to people out on the breezeway at night: RantWoman is mostly really really glad to see people and does not even care if a lot of the time the music is not stuff RantWoman would go find herself. Any music is cheering, though "War, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing" definitely definitely speaks to RantWoman..
RantWoman ALSO treasures the almost eerie silence in the middle of the night when everyone seemingly has gone to bed. And RantWoman still needs to work harder at both sleeping while it's dark and getting enough exercise.
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