I dropped a bit of food at my neighbor’s house yesterday. She stood at the open door and invited me in. I handed her the Tupperware and declined her invitation to enter. Closing the door, we air-kissed, and she said, “Thank God we have pets. We need them in the absence of human touch.”
Waking up this morning, my neighbor’s words hanging in the air, I thought of the role of pets in our lives. After years of having pets, Mark and I went through a pet-less period. And at some point, the hunger-to-have came on me. Mark had no such hunger.
Driving through Canon City one day, I decided to stop at the Fremont County Shelter. I would take a few pictures of potential candidates, take the photos home, and try to tempt Mark. At home, looking at the pictures, Mark was not tempted.
And then, one day, I was at the wheel. Without a word of warning, I whipped into the shelter parking lot. “I’m going in. Come if you like.” Mark followed me in, and we came home with Oogie whom Mark had seen curled up in the corner of his cage. The rest is history.
I’m wondering if pet adoption numbers are up. Maybe shelters should promote adoptions in terms of self-care. Everyone needs constancy and unconditional love… particularly during uncertain, unraveling times. Humans need pets, and shelters need to save on pet food. I’m thinking that if you could prove you’ve been laid off, shelters should waive the adoption fee.
It would be a classic case of Win-Win.
Just so my readers don’t think I am totally ignorant of the outside pandemic, a couple of headlines from today’s WASHINGTON POST: Trump has resisted bipartisan pressure to force U.S. manufacturers to make medical equipment. Simultaneously he threatens to push businesses to reopen in defiance of advice of coronavirus experts.
Enough! Here on the rural Colorado home-front, life is quiet. We experienced a moment of panic when to produce department of our only store within one hour’s drive was cleaned out. All the fruits and vegetables had been sold. Only a couple of coconuts remained. SHARE YOUR RECIPIES THAT CALL FOR COCONUT. DESSERT RECIPES DON’T COUNT.
Yesterday I vowed to cut back on topping my ice cream with Hershey’s chocolate syrup. This morning I wondered if my morning oatmeal containing flax seed, almond milk, fresh fruit, yogurt and nuts would taste better with…you guessed it – Hershey’s chocolate syrup. My hunger (my need to fill the gap left by friends afar) knows no bounds.
Heatwave today! 51 degrees. I’m very happy. Typically, we get our most snow in March and early April, I’m out of the house and into the garden.
Yesterday, beset with boredom (too bored to read or write) I accomplished some household chores. (No small thing in that 30 years ago my mother-in-law said, “Thank goodness, you’re a good cook. You’re not much for housekeeping.” I laughed then and I’m still laughing.) Anyway, I scrubbed the soap scum off the bathtub walls, and I cleaned the underside of the kitchen trash can! Wow!
If you need something more than listening to the west wind howl, I suggest that you read the NEW YORK TIMES post that tells you how to host a virtual Happy Hour. The article has a wealth of information to include conversation starters. The best advice was to dress up – to get out of the stained and pet-haired sweatpants that you have worn all week.
Speaking for myself, I’ll find it easier to make a cocktail than to take off my week-old flannel-lined jeans.
In keeping with current events: The Senate approves a $2 Trillion stimulus bipartisan deal. Of interest to families, $1,200 will go to Americans with incomes up to $75,000. In addition, families with children will receive $500 for each child. Also, unemployment benefits will be expanded.
For those of us who are retired, distant memories of balancing work, children, home, and marriage seem to be something we may have read about some years ago. I think most of us have forgotten and do not appreciate the economic and emotional impact of coronavirus on family life.
“To Have and to Have Not”
Standing at the kitchen counter
peeling a thick-skinned Butternut squash,
standing at an assured safe distance
a woman in line at the grocery.
A preschooler clung to one leg –
a toddler to the other.
I wanted fresh ginger
for my squash soup.
I had a sad, not-so-fresh,
shriveled knob of ginger,
but I had-to-have fresh ginger.
I had onions,
raw coconut flakes,
and a can of coconut cream,
but I had-to-have
a knob of fresh ginger.
Not surprisingly, our local grocery
had no fresh ginger.
Given that I had already risked contagion
by shopping for ginger,
I picked up a few discretionary,
celery, onions, oranges, pears,
Keeping my social distance
from the woman with the kids,
I looked in her cart, and
my heart seized.
The cart held only
five loaves of white bread!
Comparing the contents both carts –
comparing her have-to-haves to mine –
the term ‘Social Distancing’
expanded to include the disparity
between the haves and the have-nots.