After scrubbing down the keyboard with Fels Naptha, the Lovely Lisa posts her adventures in grocery shopping:
The realization hit me: If I get this thing, I will probably die.Being almost 72 years old with asthma puts me in that very vulnerable category. I will not be able to weather it out at home. I will need one of the scarce beds and a ventilator. David and Max will not be able to visit me.Therefore I am grounded. Can’t even go to the early morning shopping hours set aside for folks like me. My last two trips were on March 13 — that Friday everyone went mad and overbought toilet paper — and March 19, when I still thought I’d be “safe.” That was the day David announced I was grounded.
But grocery shopping is one of my favorite outlets.
I would peruse the ads every Wednesday — which are much reduced now — make my list to include clipped coupons and planned menus. I was very pleased when my receipt showed that I had saved 40%. I shopped three stores, not every week, because I liked certain items from each. Grocery shopping was one of life’s pleasures. No more. Now David goes, list in hand — a very specific list.
I’ll admit I’ve become afraid, now worrying about what David might pick up and bring home. Wiping items — who last touched that can of beans, anyway? Not wanting son Max to ride the bus because that puts him added days away from seeing him again.
I can’t imagine how difficult this has become for those who are still working away from home, especially if they have children. How do we ever really thank all those doctors and nurses and grocery people and truck drivers and police and firefighters, allowing themselves to become exposed to keep our lives running and safe?
So in the face of all this we keep on living. I get dressed in the morning, sometimes in yesterday’s clothes, but more often a different outfit. Put on earrings and a bit of eye liner. Even though I’m not going anywhere. I still live with myself. I still live.