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Lamb'sEar of Celeste
Dec. 15th, 2020 10:41 pmMy Christmas spirit is very prickly today, like a spruce tree. They're the ones with needles that are stiff and ouchy. They do smell heavenly, though, and I'm not sure that applies to me. My plan this morning was to fill out the online grocery order and then go for a walk before doing some more house cleanup. Well, I got up a bit late and then it took me an entire hour and a half to poke away at that darned online form. Tron has very thoughtfully provided a list of ingredients for various things they would like to eat and/or cook and share with us. And I had a long list as well. Many of the things had to be searched for because they didn't immediately come up. And I had to delete my expired credit card and input the new one. And so forth. I feel very overwhelmed by online shopping. I know that doesn't make a lot of sense, but it feels to me like typing with gloves on. I like to SEE what I'm buying, and I like to see it all spread out before me, rather than sorted into categories that are non-obvious to me and appearing as tiny little icons that I can't pick up or touch. I don't like clicking back and forth, back and forth. It's definitely a first-world problem. I mean, here I get to order almost anything I want, from the comfy couch at home, and I'm cranky about it? Seriously? And yet here we are, gnashing our teeth and springing up in irritation to pace about madly when they tell us AGAIN that they don't have the ice cream we want.
Time hurtled on, but I felt I simply MUST get outside for a few minutes or I would be impossible to live with. Getting ready for the holidays almost always results in being stuck inside far too much. I dashed out for a very quick walk around the block, which netted me a whole 20 minutes of exercise time on my Fitbit. Then I had a phone call from a friend that . . . well . . . Oh my goodness. I certainly heard a lot of long, complicated stories of very bad behavior. Unfortunately, not the sort of thing I can use in the kind of novels I write.
Meanwhile the Sparrowhawk sallied forth to do curbside pickup on cheeses and cheese curds, a stack of things from the independent bookstore, which we are trying to support in its hour of need, and two stollen from the bakery. All local merchants. We had leftovers for supper again, and then he went to pick up the grocery order. It wasn't ready. He was gone for an hour and a half. While he was out, I ordered some chocolate for a couple of relatives--more aggravating online shopping--and got out my little wooden step and cranked out another 10-15 minutes of exercise time. Then we finally got started on the Christmas cards. I hope I'll be less irritable and more productive tomorrow.
Time hurtled on, but I felt I simply MUST get outside for a few minutes or I would be impossible to live with. Getting ready for the holidays almost always results in being stuck inside far too much. I dashed out for a very quick walk around the block, which netted me a whole 20 minutes of exercise time on my Fitbit. Then I had a phone call from a friend that . . . well . . . Oh my goodness. I certainly heard a lot of long, complicated stories of very bad behavior. Unfortunately, not the sort of thing I can use in the kind of novels I write.
Meanwhile the Sparrowhawk sallied forth to do curbside pickup on cheeses and cheese curds, a stack of things from the independent bookstore, which we are trying to support in its hour of need, and two stollen from the bakery. All local merchants. We had leftovers for supper again, and then he went to pick up the grocery order. It wasn't ready. He was gone for an hour and a half. While he was out, I ordered some chocolate for a couple of relatives--more aggravating online shopping--and got out my little wooden step and cranked out another 10-15 minutes of exercise time. Then we finally got started on the Christmas cards. I hope I'll be less irritable and more productive tomorrow.
