…from my friends!

Harley Chick’s son works at the local supermarket.  (Can we have a round of applause for the grocery store workers, please?  These folks are keeping the food on the shelves and making it possible for us isolated folks to eat.)

So Harley Chick asked her hard-working, exhausted son if he could please find flour and sugar for her friend More Pie to purchase.

Come to Mama!!!

It took several days, but her son kept his eye out for a new delivery and sure enough, success!  You are looking at a four-pound bag of sugar and a five-pound bag of flour.  Such a beautiful sight on my kitchen island!!!!

It was like Christmas.  I kid you not.

Now I can bake again.  And wanting to bake something is such a normal reaction in times of trouble.  We need a little comfort, a little treat with that afternoon cup of tea or our mid-morning chat with fresh cups of coffee.

Banjo Man has stopped getting on the scale.  He has also asked for chocolate chip cookies.

We put in another grocery order for Friday, but yesterday the employees of Instacart went on strike.  I selfishly hope it’s resolved before Friday so I have a shot at getting milk and vegetables, but if it’s not?  We’ll survive.

And that’s what we’re all trying to do:  survive.  With grace.  And hope.  With kindness.  And by helping each other.

Little things, like having flour and sugar, have become big things.  A ten-minute visit with Harley Chick–through a basement window– becomes the highlight of the week.

Phone calls and emails and texts keep us connected, thank goodness.  Everyone I know is self-isolating, following the rules, and waiting patiently for this to be over.  It’s going to be a long month, but there’s a bright and gorgeous and virus-free summer ahead.

Before Corona.  And what will be again.