Diary 15

Thursday, April 2nd

Today’s highlights included a virtual dinner of great hilarity with our Canadian friends. We always laugh when we get together – and laughter is truly what’s needed these days.

It was also a day when my wife decided she’d make face masks, since we can’t seem to find any in the stores that can be delivered before the end of the month. I’m looking forward with eager anticipation to the floral item she’s chosen for me. I hope it’ll go well with the rest of my ensemble.

Another aspect of this whole drama emerged when my wife checked our grocery orders. On Tuesday she’d placed an order at a local store and after a frustrating half hour discovered that the groceries had a delivery date of Friday.  Oh well.  We can wait, I thought.  Then today she checked again only to discover that Friday meant Friday April 17th.  An 18 day wait seemed a little excessive. We canceled our order.

But when I first heard this my initial reaction was to want to shout ‘ridiculous!’ Following closely on this was the thought, “I don’t want to have to live like this!”  But then I recognized what a shabby and horribly entitled response I was having. Really? I can’t wait a few days for my favorite fruit and veg? Of course I can.  There are people out there giving their lives in this fight, and I feel I can complain? No. I have no grounds for that.