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Deep midwinter
Crapshoot weather. Will we have ice pellets, freezing rain, wet snow or rain rain tomorrow? Put down a sprinkling of salt on steps and walkway as a prophylactic to guarantee the last. And by luck, as I was doing so one of the Chinese nainais rattled by with her shopping buggy and collection of beer cans etc. My porch is dark so she didn't see the bag of cooler cans and the three wine bottles on the steps, but I was able to hail her and offload the same. Glad to be rid of those.
Am staying in tomorrow, whatever. Almost all Christmas cards are mailed and the remaining recipients are more New Years types anyway. Have also put in a grocery delivery for Sunday with the heavier staples and/ or stuff I go through fast, like soy milk and diet Pepsi. Which last I'm trying to wean me off of by substituting apple cider instead. Preferably watered.
Grocery deliveries feel like the prison world closing in once more. I got to the library and returned my one book in case snow and ice render the ways impassable, as they used to even when I was more or less able-bodied. Got raspberries from the corner greengrocers there, but foresee having to go to frozen pretty soon. And finally finally made it to the dollar store for a new pair of rust-coloured double thickness gloves, because my old pair is not only mismatched, one thick and one thin-and-freezing, but black, and I've misplaced/ overlooked them in my walker/ backpack three times this winter alone. Went out to lunch at the local, had my last pastry at the Bloor coffee shop, and hailed a cab because my joints objected to the incipient weather change and the oddly chill dankness. Had a nice chat with the fatherly Ethiopian driver, though it feels odd when someone in their 70s gets guys being fatherly, especially when he could be younger than me. Can't tell because he was a smoker and that ages the skin. Thus was able to get my statins from Blawblaws so no need to worry about that. (Of course my other scrip arrived half an hour later, as per email, but that one can wait.)
Because I never get head colds and my allergies usually involve stuffy noses, not runny, I've never been a tissue using person. But somewhere in the early pandemic I bought a box or two because toilet paper was being hoarded and now I can't seem to do without it. I clean my glasses with tissues, even though I have several handkerchiefs for the task. (Well, actually, left over from Japan that wots not of paper towels.) But there are three things I cannot keep track of: pens, bookmarks, and handkerchiefs. They slip down into the cushions of the sofa or fall down the side of the guest room futon or just... get covered up by stuff and only emerge weeks later. So for now, Kleenex it is. At least it's recyclable?
Am staying in tomorrow, whatever. Almost all Christmas cards are mailed and the remaining recipients are more New Years types anyway. Have also put in a grocery delivery for Sunday with the heavier staples and/ or stuff I go through fast, like soy milk and diet Pepsi. Which last I'm trying to wean me off of by substituting apple cider instead. Preferably watered.
Grocery deliveries feel like the prison world closing in once more. I got to the library and returned my one book in case snow and ice render the ways impassable, as they used to even when I was more or less able-bodied. Got raspberries from the corner greengrocers there, but foresee having to go to frozen pretty soon. And finally finally made it to the dollar store for a new pair of rust-coloured double thickness gloves, because my old pair is not only mismatched, one thick and one thin-and-freezing, but black, and I've misplaced/ overlooked them in my walker/ backpack three times this winter alone. Went out to lunch at the local, had my last pastry at the Bloor coffee shop, and hailed a cab because my joints objected to the incipient weather change and the oddly chill dankness. Had a nice chat with the fatherly Ethiopian driver, though it feels odd when someone in their 70s gets guys being fatherly, especially when he could be younger than me. Can't tell because he was a smoker and that ages the skin. Thus was able to get my statins from Blawblaws so no need to worry about that. (Of course my other scrip arrived half an hour later, as per email, but that one can wait.)
Because I never get head colds and my allergies usually involve stuffy noses, not runny, I've never been a tissue using person. But somewhere in the early pandemic I bought a box or two because toilet paper was being hoarded and now I can't seem to do without it. I clean my glasses with tissues, even though I have several handkerchiefs for the task. (Well, actually, left over from Japan that wots not of paper towels.) But there are three things I cannot keep track of: pens, bookmarks, and handkerchiefs. They slip down into the cushions of the sofa or fall down the side of the guest room futon or just... get covered up by stuff and only emerge weeks later. So for now, Kleenex it is. At least it's recyclable?