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A little struggle
Tooting my own horn
Gratitude: 2019wk9

A little struggle

This week I am struggling a little.

In this season I’m in, my peers are dying young and the adults I grew up with are dying, well, as scheduled.

The week in bleak:

Luke Perry died at only 52. I was a college freshman when 90210 came out and watched the episodes lovingly and with not one shred of irony.

A woman who lived next to the house I grew up in (where Mom still lives) since before I was born died. She was in her 80s and I can’t even picture my childhood home without this person next to it.

A member of an online community I’ve been active in since 2010 (and lurking in for years prior) passed away. This is something that’s happening with more frequency as the old-guard denizens of the Internet age.

Alex Trebek has stage 4 pancreatic cancer. He’s 78. I know how this is going to go.

And I’m feeling like…is this it? Is this the back nine…watching everyone die while waiting for your own number to be called?

It’s bleak and damn sad but I wouldn’t be doing this blog justice if I implied my life was all gardens and love and beaches and doggie hijinks. I’ll pull out of this soon enough – I have a 1st birthday party to attend for my favorite little meatball, Nephew B after all.

But for tonight? BLAH.

Tooting my own horn

Because if I can’t do it on my own blog, where can I do it?

This is the first week that I used reusable bags for my entire grocery shopping journey. (Because I am becoming An Old, grocery shopping means I go to Target and then to Acme instead of meekly accepting whatever crap produce Target has in stock.)

Bags pictured: Froot Loops, Barnes & Noble, Acme, ShopRite, King Arthur Flour. Not pictured: Disney store, Pennsylvania Women’s Conference.

I had the bags for a long time but I never went through with it. Why?

Imagined obstacle 1: I was waiting until I found the perfect set of reusable bags. My bags are from a plethora of stores (the Froot Loops one is from Atlanta Pride!) and they’re all different sizes. In my mind, I wanted the best set of attractive, uniform, brand-free grocery bags I could find.

Reality 1: Nobody gives two craps what your bags look like, as long as they work. And the best bags are the ones you’re actually going to use.

Imagined obstacle 2: It’s awkward telling the cashier that you want to use your own (fugly) bags.

Reality 2: Put the bag at the very front of the conveyor belt and they’ll know what you want without you asking for it.

Actual obstacle: I’ll never remember to bring the bags into the store with me. Like I never remember to use the stainless steel straw in my purse.

Reality: Yeah. That takes time. Now what I do is bring the bags right back out to the car after unpacking. Another thing that helps with that is I’ve started taking most of the plastic bags we accumulate each week to Target to recycle. Since I have bags on the brain, I bring the plastic bags AND the reusable bags in with me.

Also, did you know you can drop off many types of plastic bags at Target, including Amazon plastic mailers? YES, YOU CAN. This link will blow your mind.

Why do I do this? Because I am tired of trash in trees, in drains, in rivers, and storm drains. I’d like to see a world with less garbage … to see a world for once all standing hand in hand. And hear them echo through the hills for peace throughout the land.

(that’s the song I hear)

Gratitude: 2019wk9

Sunday: I baked banana bread. It’s really tasty!

Monday: TNP handed out the Summer Friday information at work. Spring is just around the corner!

Tuesday: I, uh. Breathing. I’m grateful that I can breathe. (one of those days you have to search for a bit of good)


Wednesday: I am married to a good man with a good heart who does good things that I can’t share here because they involve other peoples’ kids.

Thursday: I went to a happy hour after work for a coworker who’s moving on to another company. It was one of those warm affairs where everyone’s happy and the departmental silos drop. Plus, someone gave me a ride to the train!

Friday: It snowed on my work from home day, which means I didn’t have to deal with cleaning the car and the morning commute.

Saturday: We went to the Sugarloaf Craft Festival in Edison. Came back with a gift, goodies from an Amish bakery, and a print that we are calling “What We Think We Look Like.”

(we don’t look like this)

The artist is Nick Fasnacht.

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