For the duration of this pandemic our entryway has served as a sort of decontamination unit for mail and packages. Mail I’m less concerned about, because I can just throw it away (well, mostly) and then wash my hands, but packages involve being toted inside and opened and strewn all over the place.
I don’t like to be too paranoid and I really do believe washing hands/not touching your face eliminates about 99% of your chances of getting COVID-19, but I also don’t like the idea of a trail of COVID running from my front door, through the dining room and kitchen, and out the back door to the garage. So, things sit in the entryway for 3-4 days before we drag them inside and open them up (unless they are perishable, like my Irish meats that arrived today).
This is contributing to the overall feeling of suspended animation I’ve talked about before, of just putting things (like an Amazon order) out into the universe and whenever they arrive, hey great. I am extremely not this kind of person about a lot of things, and I am particularly MAY I SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER about tracking my packages. But I’ve had to let it go. I’m twirling around in my ice palace, taking down my severe hairdo, letting it go. (Apologies to parents of Frozen-loving children for that link.)
Anyway, currently sitting in there: 30 pounds of puppy kibble, some puppy bath wipes (why do people go on so much about the smell of puppies, they mostly smell like pee until they grow up a little and then they just smell like dogs), dog treats (???) I think, two pounds of coffee, a 9-inch cake pan, some Green Gobbler drain-cleaning sticks, a case of prescription dog food, and a pair of curtain panels that can jolly well sit in there a while longer because dealing with them involves hemming them and also buying and installing new curtain rods, no thanks.
Going by the content of my foyer I think it is perfectly crazy that we’re living in a world where the USPS might collapse in on itself, although this is probably the least perfectly crazy thing that has happened in the last 24 or so hours, amirite? What a world!
This morning I got up and made a short pot of coffee, which is to say six cups instead of the full eight. This is my coffee maker and you’re sort of out of luck if you like to have a very large pot of coffee hanging around. Eight is enough for Bonavita! Anyway, later I will have coffee with the Irish! Meats! That arrived! Yesterday! along with brown bread and Ballymaloe tomato relish, OH BOY.
Finally, speaking of meats: We used to belong to one of our local CSAs and while I really liked it, we haven’t signed up in a long while. But I still get the emails and last week they extended meat and dairy orders to non-members, and reader, they have the very best kielbasa ever. So I ordered some along with a few other things and then totally forgot about it until late Friday afternoon, which coincidentally (and fortunately) is when I was supposed to pick it all up.
I stood in a bizarre, socially distanced line of masked citizens (if you’re from around here just know that it was all very Peak Cleveland Heights) and accidentally laughed out loud at this tweet, which I am still laughing at. I don’t really want an asteroid to smash into us but don’t you agree it would be very 2020?