AFTER TRYING UNSUCCESSFULLY for three weeks to get wine in our weekly grocery order for curbside pickup, we finally got some wine in the house.
How did we do this, you ask?
We joined an online wine club wherein you pick from their selection of wines and your wine is then delivered, a few weeks later, to your doorstep. All that is required of you, beyond deciding which bottles of wine you want and having a valid credit card, is to have an adult sign for the wine when it is delivered to your doorstep at an assigned time.
I am an adult, with time on her hands, thus I was more than willing to sign for the wine. Which I did by standing in my jammies, shamelessly, on our front stoop a week ago Thursday morning at 10:00 a.m.
And by having gray frizzy hair.
The friendly UPS man sized me up from afar as he walked across the lawn carrying the box of wine. He didn’t bother having me physically sign for the wine, instead he scribbled something on the electronic form and went on his way.
That worked for me, buddy. No need to be uptight about the signing part of the blessed wine delivery. 😇
FUN WITH TYPOS
LAST TUESDAY NIGHT I opened the first bottle of the wine we ordered. We were having salmon and mashed potatoes and spinach, thus I reasoned a chilled bottle of Sauvignon Blanc would be lovely.
[Truthfully I almost always think a chilled bottle of Sauvignon Blanc would be lovely, but I digress.]
As I was sipping the first glass of wine to cross my lips in quite some time, I decided to read the back label on the bottle of wine. I like to know what I’m supposed to be tasting according to the vineyard. Plus I’m into marketing, so I do like well-written copy.
When I can find it.
And even when I can’t…
Below is a photograph of the back label on the bottle of wine. Can you see the typo? The numerical one that made me smile?
And with that I’ll end this post by telling you we enjoyed this bottle of wine. Perhaps it was because of all the effort it took to get it. Or, perhaps it was because it taught me a profound lesson: YOU CAN’T JUDGE A WINE BY ITS TYPO. 😉
Welp, it has finally happened even though I said I’d never do this.
You see, we’ve started using online ordering for our groceries, then we go, together, to pick up our order outside the store.
There’s no charge for this now and it does seem like a healthier way for us to get groceries. Plus not to put too fine of a point on it, we have the time– and allow me to clue you in, it can take time to do this.
On our last adventure our assigned pickup time was for a 5:00-6:00 p.m. We arrived at 5:03 p.m., got in a line with about 20 cars in front of us, and left the parking lot with our groceries in the trunk of the car at 6:58 p.m.
Yes, almost 2 hours in line to get food, safely.
Ain’t life a pip?
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We did have a weirdly good time waiting in line together.
We started watching shoppers, most of whom didn’t have masks, going in and out of the store. We started making up back stories about them OR criticizing how they handled their groceries once they got to their vehicles.
Case in point, a woman wearing surgical gloves came out of the store pushing a cart, walked to her car, opened the trunk, put her groceries into the trunk, walked over to the trash container, removed her gloves properly.
Then USING HER UNGLOVED HANDS she opened the flap on the trash container, disposing of the gloves therein. She walked back to her car trunk, shut the trunk, got into the car, and drove away– using her hands that had touched the trash container to do so.
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Now that we’re dining in all the timewe’ve been cooking and baking: carbohydrates are our friends.
In truth we’ve been having fun while trying new recipes and/or revisiting old ones. In all cases we’ve adapted the recipes to work with what we have procured via said online ordering/pickup scenario discussed above.
Below is an alphabetized list of recipes we’ve made. I’ve rated them and made a few notes about what we changed because of… oh you understand why.
Click on the title of the recipe to be taken to it online.
Never have I been happier to report that nothing interesting is going on around here.
I haven’t been anywhere in a week. Well, I’ve gone outside for walks in the neighborhood, but I haven’t been in a store or restaurant or medical office.
No haircut. No trip to the mall. No foray to the party store next state over. No shopping at the garden nursery.
Pretty much, NO to all the activities I’d planned for the end of March.
My calendar is empty.
Instead of fretting about the nothingness of now I’ve decided to focus on blogging.
To wit, I’ll be writing here in my usual way, trying to keep my posts short, snappy, sassy, stylish, smart. And any other positive ‘S’ word you can think of.
But writing and maintaining your own personal blog is only 60% of blogging. The other 40% is reading other people’s blog posts and commenting on them. Therein is the secret of blogging, truth be known.
And with that little bit of wisdom gleaned after messing around in the blogosphere for 16 years [anniversary this week in fact], I’ll hit publish on this post. No need to dither here when I’ve all of you to read and comment upon. Must share the comment love.
Yep, I’m looking at you, my fellow bloggers. Ain’t you glad?