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Oh, honey—you want details? You're willing to overlook "boring" as long as I provide details? At seven last night our Winter CSA delivery arrived. Details: a small head of romaine, two bags of mixed greens, three bunches of kale, a bag of onions, two bags of potatoes, a bag of arugula, a large head of radicchio, two beets, a red pepper and a yellow one, four poblano peppers, four little heads of garlic, a bag of shallots, two large bunches of carrots, and four Asian pears. I'm sure I've missed something, but I'll stop here. Just to remind you: only two people live in this house. My point, however, is that last night all I did was put these things away; that is, I didn't process any of the items. Therefore, today's work looms.
Before 9:30 this morning I washed the romaine and wrapped it, ready for a tonight's salad. The remaining two bags of various lettuce-y leaves I put to soak in the sink. I also made the bed and changed the vacuum cleaner bag to be ready for my labour-saving Cristina, who will arrive this afternoon.
I'll need to prioritize the eating of these veggies. The longer-lasting ones can sit for a couple of weeks, while we binge on salads (croutons, anyone?). The NYT suggested an onion tart recently, and since both the Virtual Farmers' Market and our CSA brought onions this week, the time is right for an onion tart.
See, when I'm in overwhelm, this is what I do (you probably knew this already): I list. I share with you every detail that runs through my little listing pea brain. Thus do I avoid having to talk about anything that really touches me. The scary stuff.
The truth? I'm hanging on. Had word yesterday that a dear friend is slipping into dementia. The news struck me speechless, and I still have no words to describe how I feel.
All one can do is marvel at the everyday—the details, in fact. Marvel at the routines of these truncated Covid lives we're in the midst of. Just keep going and keep appreciating, because even this can all be taken away in the blink of an eye. We all know it. But when the disaster hits and the end of that comfortable, predictable life is in my face, then I will regret not having truly enjoyed what I had before I lost it.
And it's ALL been said before. But you asked me to tell you the details. Let's go wash some lettuce.
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