So I baked cookies, chocolate chip, to provide some small creature comfort for our tired minds. And made bread, and chicken alfredo.
Cooking is the one small thing I can do, comfort food for troubled times. I picked flowers too, daisies and clover from along our road. I had to go to the mouth of the holler to meet the watchmaker who repaired a vintage man's watch for me, so on the way home I stopped to admire the field of daisies and tall grass, and brought a few flowers home with me.
I picked more red clover to dry too. Such a pretty plant.
I also stopped for a good chat with our mail carrier. Our road is narrow, so one car has to pull over in most places to let another go by--which usually results in both stopping to have a chat. Our mail carrier is a busy man, raising cattle, hogs, chickens and sheep. He was early today so he could get home and get to the hay fields. The weather is perfect for putting up hay, and rain is on the way the next few days. More normalcy, talking gardens and hay. On the way up the road a neighbor waved--she was putting in a new raised-bed garden, with plants we'd given her from our little greenhouse.
These are small things, but they remind me of how good and simple our life here can be. I don't know the watchmaker or the mail carrier's politics, but it doesn't matter. They're good, hardworking people and that is what's important to me. I am often odd man out here, with my more liberal point of view, but that doesn't mean I can't be friends with those who think differently. The only people I cannot be friends with are those with racist views. That, I cannot and will not tolerate.
We are still mostly at home. It feels odd to go out and even stranger to go into a store. I've been in three stores since March and generally cannot wait to get out of them. I notice that when I'm wearing a mask I do not make eye contact, I just do what I need to do and leave. So unlike me, but I noticed that other people were the same. At most stores here locally, only half of the people seem to be wearing masks.
Larry is already in bed, worn out from a long day of garden work, mowing, cleaning out the chicken house and a few other things. I am on my way to join him. Perhaps tomorrow will bring peace to at least some towns and cities. I will pray that to be true.
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