I bought a Rada vegetable peeler at the farmer’s market ages ago from a nice couple selling Rada products. “Imported from Iowa,” remarked the woman that was selling Rada knives too. This is a stainless steel peeler and worked perfectly. Then it disappeared. Hmmm…My conclusion it must have been tossed out accidentally with peelings. The replacement that I found has not performed very well.
Nuts. I’m going to order this. The market sellers of Rada products that once were at the Minneapolis Lyndale Farmers Market have gone never to return.
But what’s the point? The choices go on for pages and pages.
A surplus of choices made my mind spin and plunge into the images for too long on the internet of deep distraction. My brain boggles at the plethora of choices.
Speaking with my friend, Linda, about looking for a vegetable peeler, we both miss being able to shop in 3-D; that is, to see and touch things and decide viscerally on an object. To engage with a person, when we shop is a social event that is truly missed.
Yes, Covid has driven people to online shopping. The stores are set for the holidays, but these brick and mortar stores are wondering how to get the shoppers into the stores. Or so I heard on TV.
Those of us who are staying home in this dire time of Covid and have limited in-person contact feel a loss that’s hard to measure. Yes, I have phone contacts. Email contacts too.
Topics range from: wanting to complain about football or basketball of which I have little knowledge and no interest. (I’m a fan of other sports.) to selling a house, business plans, retirement plans, and politics. People are talking at me.
Family life in general is so altered that I can’t even imagine what my friends are feeling or even the kids as they are growing up so quickly. Luckily there is zoom for family dinners, book club, discussion group, and meetings. Thanks to the moms who send photos too.
I am reluctant to go grocery shopping and try to get in and out as quickly as I can. To that end I make a shopping list. The check out people are friendly and helpful for the most part, which gives me a fleeting sense of normalcy. Over and over again, I am aware that people while wearing masks are not distancing enough as they, like me, are shopping to move on and get it done. I pause and wait to create space. There’s a pall of anxiety in the air.
But sometimes, someone will look at me from behind their mask and smile with their eyes. I feel a joy as I smile back.
The simple truth is a long winter of waiting is ahead. Our state is in the middle of a high rise of Covid cases in the Midwest. All people are asked to be tested. My doctor gave me the okay to get tested.
What does it matter that I can surf the internet for a vegetable peeler or anything a person could desire, when I cannot look into my friends’ eyes in real time and we can smile at each other?
Friends and relations at a distance are a treasure. I stop to remember to make a gratitude list. Keep on keepin’ on folks.
This Shetland Sheepdog pastel portrait is not finished yet. Work on the lower right continues.
Thanks for stopping by my kitchen.
Be grateful wherever you find yourself today.