Today in my email I received a message from Wine.com with the subject line: You’re Invited! Drink Rosé with Bon Jovi. And you know…I think I won’t. No offense JB Jovi.
Around lunchtime today I went to the post office to mail some face masks to a pal of mine who is a nurse. She works with babies and new moms and while I guess they must forgo surgical masks for personnel who work directly with COVID-19 patients, I still feel like…maybe give the baby nurses some masks too? But I don’t run a hospital, for any number of good reasons, so what do I know.
Anyway going to the post office is never high on my list of things to do. During a pandemic? NO THX, no matter how much I may value the post office. Everyone was wearing masks, I am glad to report, and of course it was fine. While I was out and about I also filled my gas tank for a grand total of $15. What strange times we live in.
Here’s a story about almost running out of gas: For my first real grown-up salaried job I had a 45-minute commute. Of course, 45 minutes was the ideal scenario commute; typically, I spent about two hours commuting each day. Sometimes it took two hours BOTH ways. One night coming home there was bad weather or an accident or maybe bad weather AND an accident, I can’t remember, but it became clear that I’d have to stop for gas even though I was 20 minutes from home. The wrinkle in this plan was that I’d left my wallet at home that morning. I pillaged the center console and the floor of my car and found almost one dollar, which I took to the attendant and, head held high, asked for ninety-one cents on pump five. I don’t remember what gas cost at the time but it was enough to get me home and then back to a gas station before work the next morning.
This was probably 1955 or thereabouts (is probably what you’re thinking if you’re a young person).
It sleeted as I was driving home from my errand today (a weather event a former colleague once called “precipishitting”) and I really resented it. Can I at least have my sunroof open?! I don’t mind a long spring but I would like to be finished with anything remotely resembling snow. This year has been long enough already, thanks.