Shopping at a distance

It felt so strange. And sad. I met my sister at a grocery store in between our two locations so we might have a chance to connect. Instead, masked, gloved, and unable to hug, it made me so sad and I cried the whole way home. But we have fresh produce and other groceries, at least.

I moved into the kitchen a floor to (nearly ceiling) wide bookshelf to use as a pantry. Here it is:

It is really hard not to rail at the incompetence of this administration. I can’t believe we are pretty much the top in the world in terms of cases and deaths!

Published by Maura Satchell, contemporary artist and writer

Contemporary artist, seeker, writer. Curious to a fault. I let the fates take me where they will and never say no to an adventure. That has led me on some heart-stirring journeys and impetuous choices. I regret nothing. View more posts

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