2 April 2020, At the supermarket

At the Supermarket

Big day today - going to Huckleberry's for our organics. For some reason I don't feel so at risk going there, despite my 75 years. Is it because it feels more wholesome?  Healthy?  With its large section of essential oils, Bach remedies and alternative options. Safer certainly. 

Mind you, the veges don't always look great. Bit shrivelled and knotty - wormy cabbages.  But that's "natural" so I take it as a plus and I'm looking forward to stocking up as our staples are running low. Our little supermarket is also good - not too busy and they have organic tinned food, thank god. 

I wouldn't go to the big market - queuing and waiting - all those people. Too frightening. I never thought getting food would be frightening. Bit cavemanish really - risking life and limb hunting and foraging. I'm no hero. I have a husband who needs me - and the dogs. 

When the lovely young German couple next door offered to supermarket shop for me I said, "Yes please".  But it wasn't easy, asking for the help. Makes me feel old and I never usually do. So this supermarket shopping has been very confronting. I'm on the "danger list" - need to watch myself, take precautions because of age. 

I'm hoping this change in my self image doesn't last beyond lockdown. But maybe it's the start of the end?  The downward spiral to the inevitable outcome of old age. I've been identified, demographed and recommended to ......