Thursday, June 18, 2020
There's little Miss Tweety who is still not as big as a crow. She really isn't. And with a lack of comb or wattle she really does not look like a chicken to me. While the other hens her age are at least 3/4 size now and looking less like teens and more like adults every day, she stays in this sort of peep/hen limbo, a tiny thing I worry about because she'd be such an easy mouthful for a hawk or an owl. Or hell, a large blue jay.
I wonder what her eggs will look like. As Mr. Moon said today, he can't wait to enjoy a half dozen of them scrambled.
I had a nightmare early this morning about shopping at a Winn Dixie late at night. I had a crowd with me and the store was packed, physical distancing completely ignored, and the shelves were almost bare. I couldn't find a darn thing I needed but managed to pull together some frozen foods and a few other things that I thought I could make into a meal for all of these people with me but when it came time to pay I could not find my debit card, I couldn't find a pen to write a check with, and when I reached into my wallet for the cash I thought was there all I could find was a wad of lettuce.
Now whether this was simply an anxiety dream about the shopping I was going to do today or it had even more implications about the food we grow being worth more than dollar bills, I do not know. But there it was.
I procrastinated around here for a few hours before I got myself together to go into town. I hit Costco first which is never too bad but I really want to know why it is that things which look reasonably sized in Costco look like giant food when you get it home. Some things I just know aren't worth buying there like massive bags of tortilla chips because they'll go bad before we eat them all. But today I guess I just wasn't thinking and when I got home I could barely fit everything in the refrigerator when combined with what I got at Publix. A container of portobello mushrooms I bought at Costco seemed not too overly large until I pulled it out in my own kitchen at which point I realized that I better be making a lot of dishes with mushrooms in them.
And I will.
Still- it's a strange thing but I find it to be true, this deceptive lens which seems to slip over my eyes as soon as I step into the store.
At Publix I got about one of everything.
Okay not really.
But I did get a lot. Still no bread flour but plenty of all purpose which is good. I was hungry when I was shopping which is never a good thing. I bought three different types of berries, deciding that I'd make a lemony cheesecake and top it with berries and that's a fine thought but will I? I guess I'm committed now. At Costco I bought a double pack (each rather huge) of eggplant parmesan fresh ravioli (organic!) and so tonight we're going to be eating some of those with a bastardized chicken cacciatore. It's simmering now, the sauce made of tomatoes (of course!) and mushrooms (there you go) and shallots and olives and capers and spinach. And the very last squash we picked, cut up into tiny pieces. It should be fit to eat. And there will be leftovers galore. As I always say, in my last lifetime I was a cook at a lumberjack camp and even when I was cooking for six or more I always made too much. Now that I'm cooking for two it's pretty ridiculous.
When I got everything put away this afternoon after my shopping I could only go lay down and take a nap. I had plans to finish Levon's dress and at least start one for August but forget it. I just did not have any energy left. I do feel guilty about that. My husband is working so hard that it's ridiculous. Besides working at the duplex today he had to go fix a leak at our rental plaza. So he was on a roof in the sun and then laying flooring in the duplex. He keeps saying, "I'm so tired," and I know he is. I don't know how he does it. I truly do not. I do know, however, that when that little home is ready for Hank and Rachel to move in he is going to feel so pleased to have created a pretty, fresh, clean space for them. Oh! I forgot! He sent me a picture of a puddle of water in the front yard where obviously there was a leak in a pipe going into the house. So I doubt that he ever got to the flooring today but took off his roofing hat and put on his plumbing hat. It's six-thirty and he's still not home.
I wonder if he'll have the energy to chew his supper.
In a nice bit of synchronicity last night, after I finished up my post I started listening to a podcast of the day's Fresh Air and Terry was interviewing a disease control expert and professor from Minnesota. He absolutely talked about some of the things I had been wondering about. He admitted that scientists just do not know exactly why the virus spreads so quickly in some places and not in others. But he did say that being outdoors or any place where there is a constant air flow seems to truly cut down on transmission. Also that getting the virus from surfaces is not that big a threat. He does not worry about wiping down packages or groceries at all. And that food does not seem to be a transmitter. Another thing he said was that people who attend Trump's Tulsa rally should not only have to sign a release about not suing Trump but also stating that if they do become infected from the event they will not seek medical care in order not to strain the health care system or infect health care workers although he knew that was not legal and will never happen. But at the very end, Terry asked him how the coronavirus has affected his life and he said that he has five beautiful grandchildren and that he has not seen them in person since March 10. That his children do not want to expose him as he is over sixty-five and have been keeping them away.
I could tell that this was as painful for him as me not being able to hug and kiss my grandchildren has been for me.
So I still don't know what the risks are but I do sort of have an answer from an authority.
And from an article on CNN: