Some among us do not remember
Welcome to “two naught two two”. We now have a cohort of fully fledged adults that weren’t here for the Y2K adventure. They’ve probably never taken a trip on a propeller airplane, and a visit to the local supermarket offers a selection of foods that would have been improbable, if not impossible to procure only a few decades earlier. If they go shopping.
A bit strange to have missed this last couple of years. Yes, a pandemic is a different beast from the ordinary epidemic. Outside, no snow. I mean, we could have some; the temperatures are that much high, but right now it is spilling rain. The dog shakes it off, in a predictable manner, and I pass a towel behind him.
Awaiting our box of coffee beans. The rest of humanity can endure a deadly virus; I can’t endure more than a couple of days without a hot mug of my favorite beany brew. We’re lucky. Our fridge hasn’t suddenly gone into demonic heater mode, destroying the plastic sack used to hold beans. Son number three sent e-pics, that were epic, showing his recent delivery spread out to air (I think). Some details missing on that one. Anyhow, a new fridge is due to be delivered, real soon now. I’ve had one of those “dead fridge” adventures, some years ago, when we stored out food in a snowbank behind the house. Frontier life.
The blog posts are delayed by my inability to read certain software menus. Hope to get back on track, soon.
