Yesterday two exciting things happened: we took a walk outside and I installed my new pantry moth traps. Neither of those things sounds “exciting,” you say? Well talk to me after you’ve spent eight days alternately worrying you haven’t bought enough beans and trying to convince your parents that they need to start taking the news seriously. Why are older people both more vulnerable to scams that require forking over their Social Security number yet also so unwilling to trust…observable reality?!
Anyway: the pantry moth traps. They are called Dr. Killigan’s (get it? I didn’t at first) Premium Pantry Moth Traps and may I say they are a bit cheeky? The front of the package proclaims TWICE THE POTENCY TWICE THE ALLURE (just like me) and the traps are printed with a black-on-grey damask print that would not be out of place in a Wayfair curtain sale.
Speaking of Wayfair...remember online shopping? In the Time Before, stress or boredom used to make me feel shoppy, but quarantine is stressful and boring most of the time and shopping seems kind of beside the point. No shade to the marketing department at The Gap, who are only trying to do their jobs, but Spring’s Freshest Denim could not feel less important or distant to me right now. On what planet are people concerned with Spring’s Freshest Denim? I would like to go there (if I was allowed to travel).
We had the last of our St. Patrick's Day colcannon for dinner last night, along with some Irish bangers I thought to snag from our decimated Whole Foods the last time I was in a grocery store. It was nice, but mostly we are just treating dinner as a formality before cake (it’s such a good cake). Once the cake is gone I'm going to make a key lime pie. The theme of my quarantine is just going to be desserts, I guess.