Let us take a moment to enjoy that the sun rose today, the birds are wing-deep into Spring songs and romance, early flowers, bushes and grass are putting color to the winter landscape and I have a strong temptation to buff my wine glass and wash my insides with a gentle slosh of Lysol - Salud!
Because wouldn't it be wonderful if the medical world would only use sunshine and disinfectant to destroy the nasty virus. It was staring me right in the face - how logical or diabolical depending upon your credibility level. Only being sarcastic of course, the media took it out of context of course, after I said it of course. Thank goodness that is cleared up.
Did you ever ponder what it would be like to eat an ice cream cone in a convertible...while it's moving? Be sure to choose a flavor that goes well with the taste of your crowning hirsute glory. That hit me as I debated when it would be "safe" to get my ragtop out of hibernation and I recalled the sensation of wind and ice cream in my hair and vice versa hair in my ice cream. Ahh Summer - hast thou forsaken me?
Contemplating the lack of toilet paper, which when your day is filled with a whole lot of nothing, contemplating odd things does occur. Although I have been fortunate 3 out of 4 times in obtaining the elusive crown jewel of shopping, I have seen a lot of empty shelves. Not only empty, but mockingly so with feeble little signs waving their invisible fingers admonishing "1 to a customer". How amusingly quaint and inadequate. Why TP? My theory has to do with control. Most parents have witnessed one of the first items of control practiced by toddlers who frustratingly refuse to let loose a proper defacation and their absolute horror of seeing it swirl down a dark hole. We want to be, to borrow a phrase "Master of our Domain" and cornering the neighborhood stash of TP seems to offer the comfort and control over uncontrollable circumstances we seek. Nothing sophisticated, just an overwhelming need to "at least I have enough toilet paper" to last through Armageddon. The logic of not being around to appreciate the security after Armageddon is beside the point. Win-win.
The hunt for TP has spilled over into other products apparently (paper towel, tissues, cleansers, sanitizers, baby wipes, butter, flour). But some issues are perplexing. In some areas, farmers are dumping milk while the consumption is up overall by a large percentage. PPE and test kits are in short supply yet there are quantities available in some areas and adequate production capacity to impact the shortages. If only there was a way to mitigate these seemingly disparate ideas. Logistics and leadership come to mind. But I digress (which its really hard not to). What is it with the Baby Wipes already? What did we old people do do to clean up do do? Apparently we were do doing it wrong. Got to love advertising to solve problems one did not know one had and clog up sewer systems and landfills in the process.
And what is it with trying to find my favorite breakfast cereal? I love the Meijer brand granola raison bran. It is so much better than the name brand raison bran and it does not get soggy in milk-an extremely important attribute. Plus it's cheaper than the name brand. Oh yeah I see.
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