There are seasons in life when you just go with the flow.
Yesterday … and today … was one of those ‘seasonal’
times.
Yesterday was “payday”; so, I spent the
entire day in town grocery shopping, and taking care of business that needed
taking care of.
First off – to the bank.
I have a Bazaar coming up Saturday: I needed ‘kitty
money’ and to ‘top’ the gas tank off.
Filling the gas tank was easy-peasy.
I even managed to wash the windshield without
getting glared at. There was no car waiting behind my car with a fidgety person
shooting me the evil eye. I’m short – standing on my tiptoes and stretching
the best I can across the hood of the car to weld the squeegee (and hope I get
ALL of the windshield I can see) is not a simple matter – washing the windshield
can get dicey at the gas terminals.
The cashier at the bank was another matter
altogether.
First, a masked ‘world-wise’ 20-something
barked at me that I need to wear a mask; and thrust one at me through the bottom
opening of the counter-to-ceiling-Lucite partition that has been newly installed.
I say, “I can’t wear a mask, I have asthma – and I don’t have to wear a mask per
State mandate”. She cops an attitude and glares at me through the Lucite. I
unwrap the mask, hook one loop over my right ear and hold the mask loosely –
very loosely – away from my mouth and nose … and stare back at her. I tell
her what I need: she retrieves the amount from her till and proceeds to throw
it towards me, across the counter while barking out the count. I notice she is
not wearing plastic gloves, and think ‘I ought to remind her that she ought
to be wearing gloves with the mask, if she’s so effing scared for her snarky
life’; but I shrug instead and say under my breath, “There would be no
point – you can’t talk sensical logic to an churlish dumbass”.
I scoop up the kitty money, shoot her an
eyebrow-smile … and pointedly drop the offensive mask into the trash while she
watches.
Season #1: I don’t care anymore about being
nice to offensive people. That season has come and gone with the crass 2020
rudeness.
I drove to Winco to do some light grocery
shopping – I was intending to just pick a few things up: I didn’t really
need anything but Pinsol and Comet; and 2 pieces of fried chicken for a brunch
snack. While I was turning from the Deli, I thought it would be nice to grab
some Spice Drops in bulk, too, to take me happily through the Winter months 😉
But while I was standing there, 2 women were
loading up alongside me, and the masked one of them got testy because the unmasked
one dared to collect her items without plastic gloves.
And an announcement came over the speaker
system: “We here at Winco want to thank all of our customers for shopping
with us; and to remind them to wear a mask …”
That was it.
That was the trigger.
Remembering the crappy way I was treated by
the snarky cashier at the Bank.
Listening to the bitching dumbass woman
alongside me.
And being harangued by an invisible dumbass over
staticky airwaves above me.
I pivoted, spied an abandoned cart at the end
of the isle … and started walking briskly through the store loading up on
everything I thought I might need to coast me through the Fall and
Winter months; and into March 2021.
Season #2: Practicing sanity-saving-hibernation for a few months.
The cart was heaping by the time I unloaded
it onto a free conveyor belt.
I overspent; big time.
I didn’t care.
I had reached my ‘dumbasses!’ limit.
I may live in town, but I have a country
frame of mind and {holing up for the Winter} sounds mighty good to me.
Closing the Highlander’s hatchback, I decided
that before I headed back home, I’d give Dr. Tack’s Office a jingle and have
him recheck my glasses lens: they are still not working for me. Seeing anything in the distance is still a bit blurry.
I was told to “come right over.”
So, I drove the 2 seconds from A to B.
Only to be treated like a leper as soon as I
cleared the threshold.
Obviously, the receptionists – there were 3
of them – had received the same newsfeed about the scary superbug teaming up
with covid.
A laser beam was shot through my forehead by a
20-something girl who glared at me like she wished it was a real gun held to my
head. When she read the reading, she actually looked disturbed that I was not
one of the walking dead.
I almost burst out laughing at her
crestfallen expression, but reined myself in as I was led to a cubbyhole
waiting room far away from everyone else.
I was okay with that.
I wanted to be far away from everyone else,
myself.
Season #3 was kicking in: complete disinterest in anyone. I am ready to
take ‘social distancing’ to new heights, and bug out: waaaay out.
People, in general annoy the hell out of me; all
the 2020 craziness people have immersed themselves into, is really the limit.
A technician came in, asked me a few questions,
took my glasses – checked them over, came back and said, “they look fine.”
I said, “They may look fine, but they are not
‘fine’; the lens’ are still blurry.”
An appointment was made for Monday morning.
Oh, goodie.
I live for abuse.
Maybe they’ll make the finger-cross-sign at
me on Monday.
That thought made me laugh as I walked from the cubbyhole room to the door.
I wouldn’t be surprised – nothing surprises
me anymore, given the crazy daze happening all around me.
After I walked out the door, and before I fled
back home from downtown; I drove over to the Dollar Store, and grabbed some
trash bags for the kitchen, a 2021 Calendar, and an inspiring Appointment Book.
My cupboards, makeshift ‘pantry’ in a spare
closet, ‘fridge, and freezer are sufficiently stocked; and I’m good with paper
products, and cases of water: as soon as restrictions eased and stores
started restocking shelves again (before
insleeze went off the deep-end again), I started buying a little extra every
month and storing it away, knowing the demonrats would dredge up another ‘deadly
pandemic’ before monsoon rains settle in, and skimpy snow begins to fly.
I bought scads of books at garage sales throughout
Summer months: anticipating the newest round of hysteria.
The Winter scare tactic came right on cue: 2
weeks ago, with a big headliner announcement of a “Killer Superbug” riding
the coattails of covid-19 “Winter arrival coming to a town near you!”
With fucci’s grinning rat face, and the WHO’s
never-ending-hype liberally sprinkled throughout the article.
This hysteria will go on forever.
It’s the demonrat Golden Goose.
Pandemics made to order for every
political coup they can hope to pull off.
There will never be an end to it, because while
they insist “President Trump must do something!” – they refuse anything and
everything he does: including the vaccine they are screaming is “UNSAFE!”
When I got home I unloaded the car, put
everything away, and worked some more on the little baby sweaters I am
knitting. It’s a simple pattern, so I could veg out while working and just
relax without thinking too much 😉
Around 9:30 PM, I ran an update on the laptop
and tried to reboot it … and all that came up was white screen.
I checked the internet connection; it was fine.
It was a mystery.
I had been so worn out by the day’s unfolding
earlier in the day that I was too exhausted to work up any frustrated
exasperation.
I just shut it down and went to bed, planning
to take it into Kelso in the morning, to be fixed.
Babe, if you had been watching me, you
were proud of me.
Bob - 2004
You heard me laugh.
Twice.
In 3 separate, and frustrating instances.
You saw that I am learning patience.
This morning, I was up and out the door
early.
Heading to Kelso (maybe 15 minutes away) to
have the laptop checked out and the white screen back to normal.
I dropped it off at 10 AM, explained the
issue, and came back home.
Hours passed.
I played a few games of Solitaire.
I started reading one of the books I’d bought
at an August garage sale.
My laptop was back home by 5:20 PM, and I was
notably poorer.
But, for the moment, the laptop is working
again.
And Elohim is faithful to keep me financially
fluid.
The past 3 months have been tight ones, but I
am still managing to keep my head above water.
After supper, I starting working on the
second baby sweater.
I am trying to restructure a whole new life.
I need calm vibes.
I refuse to get caught up in the continual
nonsense.
If I have to create my own calming
environment in this Season of my life, in my Autumn years – I will.
I want a life of peace, love, and joy …
That is my prayer.
That is what I expect.
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