My Journal

This morning Nature welcomed me with its favourite white snow. I kind of disliked the thought of going out to buy groceries on a day like this.

But truth be told my fridge was reminding me if I fail to replenish it. I’ll have to face hunger. Being a human who entertains herself with food, this was a choice I could not be happy with.

I wore my big coat, a cap, and winter boots, I was on my way out when I heard a voice, ‘Do not visit the supermarket without a mask, COVID 19 will have a great day infecting yet another unmasked human.’

I went back, got my mask on, and asked. ‘Yo voice is there anything else I’m forgetting?

The reply was, ‘well buy some popcorn while in the store, or else you’d feel sorry.’

Like the poem I read where the mom asked her son, ‘do not forget to buy this, this and this, all right? The boy was repeating the items every few seconds, and I repeated, ‘popcorn I must buy. Let this be the first food item I pick up.’

While the boy forgot the things he must buy, because his mind got occupied with the players on the soccer field. I suddenly noticed hot chillies on the shelf. I tossed them and turned them, then I put them in the cart. The memory of popcorn took a backseat, because those hot chillies took over.

I went from aisle to aisle. Finally I said, ‘we have enough food to last us for a few days.’

Just a few minutes ago ,my daughter said, “we forgot to buy the popcorn!”

…………………………………………………………… 🙂

8 thoughts on “My Journal

  1. Dear Robert,
    I always was reminded, ‘an empty brain is a devil’s workshop.’
    This was the case with me last evening. So I fetched the computer and wrote something to post on my blog.
    Thank you for your comment, I appreciate it a lot. 🙂

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