Yesterday was my day to go grocery shopping. I like to go early because there aren’t too many people – just us elderly folks – who they think get up at 5 AM. What do they know and who are “they” anyway. I donned my latex gloves because I don’t want to get COVID19, nor do I want to spread germs, but it was really because I love to sweat. NOT! My hands are becoming dry from all the washing and hand sanitizer. They could use a little extra moisture, so I shouldn’t complain.
Shopping has become my only outing for the week, so I visited three different stores to get the best deals. I got dirty looks because I wasn’t wearing a mask. I coughed once and got more dirty looks. I am notoriously coughing and wheezing at this time of the year anyway, because of allergies which affect my asthma, so I’m not sure if they are acting up or I’m five days away from death’s door.
Even though grocery shopping has never been high on my list of favorite things to do, I look forward to it now. That is until I get home and have to unload and unpack. Not to mention loading and packing on the other end.
At one store the checkout line was extremely long and I noticed there was only one cashier, so I opted for self-checkout. I only had fifteen items. By the time I finished scanning and packing and it was time to insert my bank card, there were fifteen others lined up behind me – glaring angrily. Some folks are extremely kind and patient while others would sooner see you smashed into a grocery cart and sent on your way..
I got home and only had an hour to unload, wash things off and put away – then wash my hands again, which are about to fall off now. I was to teach a digital drama class to those 55+. It’s really been quite interesting. It takes me and my people half the class time to figure out this new technology, but even that can be entertaining. One of the class members couldn’t be seen by the others. Instead of her lovely face, all we could see was a green blob, which looked like some kind of creature from the Black Lagoon, or at least imaging from an MRI or Cat Scan. Teaching improvisation in this format is quite a challenge, but leads to some serious comedy.
By the time I finished I was exhausted, thus my blog never did get any attention. By the time I sat back to relax in the evening, I started coughing. I coughed for about ten minutes and was almost sure I had the “Virus.” I opted for going to bed early, but woke up a few times to cough during the night. I did wake up this morning. I’m not dead yet. Actually I’m feeling much better. So here I am again. Did you miss me?