I love, love, love Thanksgiving. I plan the menu months in advance, and re-plan it up until the last grocery trip. My “Household” graphing notebook gets quite the workout. Thanksgiving in COVID requires a trust exercise. Shopping for Thanksgiving prior to Covid Times was always an event. My normal pickiness choosing produce and bread amplified by ten and this year, I’d have to rely on someone else to shop for me. A stranger, chosen by a corporation to execute a grocery list lovingly curated over days.
My shopper kicked ass. I needed to ask for three extra items, communicated through chat. Not something I do unless a special occasion as I can image it it very stress inducing. One extra item was a bouquet of flowers. I didn’t want to make it too difficult, so I asked for 2-3 roses with greenery, yellow or orange, for $20-25. My local store has a floral department, with shelves packed with many different arrangements. In my price range, I expected the typical arrangement. A rose or few, with a sunflower, a lily or a spray of carnations, something fall festive.
I had a more specific floral bouquet in mind and I didn’t receive it. What was purchased for me was unexpected, colorful and stunning! So pleased. Three deep orange roses and lush greenery in a cute little bottle vase. $20.
Mission Accomplished.
I am grateful for:
- I remembered to journal and got that knocked out.
- Working on a few crappy chores I go out of my way to avoid. I broke down a ton of cardboard boxes in the garage and I sorted through some files to throw away unneeded papers. Is paper hoarding a thing? If it is…
- Having information at my disposal, within seconds. Want to know something irrelevant, such as wondering if that was Betty White in a 40’s movie I just saw? Nope, wasn’t her.
Did you know there is another actress with an identical smile to Betty White? Lucky lady!
Godspeed Y’all.