Sheltering in Place – Day 52

Today our electric grill arrived in the mail. I was very excited. Hubby was, too. Then we opened the box. As we began to unpack it, we saw there were about a million bazillion pieces and many of them itty-bitty, teeny-tiny. OMG. I mean, you can’t send it to me pre-assembled? Who do you think I am, Elon Musk? But I had done my writing for the day, hubby his music, and there we were. We couldn’t go anywhere, anyway. It was not what you’d call an easy-peasy project. All this stuff with screwdrivers and small pieces you sit on or fall under the table or you can’t find right away, and when you DO find them, they won’t go into the hole! It can be unnerving. For instance, we put something onto something and attached 3 of bolts E to join them together, as directed in diagram 3. Then we moved on to another piece of something or other that connected to a thingie with Bolts F. We finished this masterpiece, whatever it was, and were mightily pleased with ourselves. See? A musician and a writer CAN put something together. But we were too smug. It was wrong. It was back to front, doncha know. There was no way the lid or whatever that stupid thing is that keeps the smoke from escaping the grill would go on. We had to take the entire thing apart and start all over again. Curses rang out, Ellie ran under the bed, and we actually had to have a time out. Or lunch. A BLT on toast. But we are not shirkers. We persevered. After two solid hours, we finally put together something that looked like a grill! Filled with a sense of achievement, I decided to go online and see if…

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Sheltering in Place – Day 23

I can’t get the hang of this ordering online thing. I either accidentally order in huge quantities (remember the TP) or order the same thing repeatedly. I now have three shipments of face masks coming from three different companies at three separate times. I have no idea how I did that. Of course, these delivery services don’t help. Things are often delayed or they back up the delivery date. A couple of weeks ago I  ordered food, perishable and non-perishable, to be delivered at a certain time on a certain day. No matter how often I phoned about it, nothing arrived. At around 11 pm that night I gave up and went to bed. When we awoke the next morning, Norman went to take out the garbage and there the order was, frozen stuff defrosting nicely and milk going bad. But I am nothing if not a Pollyanna. So I took a chance and ordered online groceries again, but this time from our neighborhood grocery store. That order was put in last week because they need a five-day lead time. They are boasting it will arrive tomorrow between 4 and 6 pm. Here’s hoping. I also ordered wine and booze last week from a major beverage store. As previously mentioned, lately I cannot watch the news without a martini, manhattan, or margarita in hand. BevMo loves me. My liver not so much. That shipment arrives in 2 weeks. Or so they say. Today a meal delivery service we order from every other week and delivered last week, dropped a box at our door today. If you’re not familiar with these meal services, they package up all the ingredients, including the spices, and you put the dish together yourself.  If you’re not familiar with the term ‘every other week’ then you…

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