Johannesburg
Mumford and Sons released a collaboration with Baaba Maal a few years ago. Just a short EP, it blends their English alt-Folk style with Baaba Maal's Sengalese rhythms. It is unreal how good these 5 songs are.
This album sounds like sunshine. I walked down the aisle to There Will be Time at our wedding. This music is a part of me.
So a good choice for starting the day.
Today was a grocery day. Prescriptions to be filled, food to be restocked. We've been ordering Chef's Plate, a meal kit delivery service. It's kind of reignited my love of cooking because somebody else does the planning, I just have to execute. It helps that I'm at home and don't have to choose between time with my daughter and time in the kitchen now. Anyways, these kits have really reduced our need to go shopping, we just need to stock up on milk and bananas mostly. Today though, a freezer restocking trip. It was announced yesterday that due to factory closures we will likely see a severely depleted meat supply shortly. Due to my husband's chronic illness we need lots of lean meats to draw from - chicken, turkey, sometimes pork tenderloin. These ones seem to sell out the quickest at our local Sobey's so we wanted to have a few put away just in case. On my trip though, I discovered the most amazing thing:
THE TOILET PAPER IS BACK!
I've pushed the supply chain to the back of mind as a worry - it's so far out of my control that I don't find it worth spending time thinking about. So I find it very frustrating that it's been brought back to the forefront.
2 million cases globally and a very deadly day for North America yesterday. Canada lost 123 people, the United States something around 2300. We are peaking so it makes sense that it's bad, but it still doesn't make it easy. I feel so fortunate that this has not touched me or anyone in my circles directly - other than the general discomfort of living during pandemic. But I still live in the fear of a phone call, text message, or facebook post that someone I love has contracted the virus.
I wish that this was a dream that we could all just wake up from.
I'm still holding out hope for a somewhat normal summer. I don't know how realistic this is but it's helping me through it. All I want in the world is to load up the Rav, download a podcast series about solving a murder, and drive out to Vancouver Island. I realize that it's much more likely we load up an ipad with episodes of Paw Patrol and listen to the Moana soundtrack on repeat for 12 hours with a toddler and large dog in the backseat, but even that sounds ideal.
We'll get there.
This album sounds like sunshine. I walked down the aisle to There Will be Time at our wedding. This music is a part of me.
So a good choice for starting the day.
Today was a grocery day. Prescriptions to be filled, food to be restocked. We've been ordering Chef's Plate, a meal kit delivery service. It's kind of reignited my love of cooking because somebody else does the planning, I just have to execute. It helps that I'm at home and don't have to choose between time with my daughter and time in the kitchen now. Anyways, these kits have really reduced our need to go shopping, we just need to stock up on milk and bananas mostly. Today though, a freezer restocking trip. It was announced yesterday that due to factory closures we will likely see a severely depleted meat supply shortly. Due to my husband's chronic illness we need lots of lean meats to draw from - chicken, turkey, sometimes pork tenderloin. These ones seem to sell out the quickest at our local Sobey's so we wanted to have a few put away just in case. On my trip though, I discovered the most amazing thing:
THE TOILET PAPER IS BACK!
I've pushed the supply chain to the back of mind as a worry - it's so far out of my control that I don't find it worth spending time thinking about. So I find it very frustrating that it's been brought back to the forefront.
2 million cases globally and a very deadly day for North America yesterday. Canada lost 123 people, the United States something around 2300. We are peaking so it makes sense that it's bad, but it still doesn't make it easy. I feel so fortunate that this has not touched me or anyone in my circles directly - other than the general discomfort of living during pandemic. But I still live in the fear of a phone call, text message, or facebook post that someone I love has contracted the virus.
I wish that this was a dream that we could all just wake up from.
I'm still holding out hope for a somewhat normal summer. I don't know how realistic this is but it's helping me through it. All I want in the world is to load up the Rav, download a podcast series about solving a murder, and drive out to Vancouver Island. I realize that it's much more likely we load up an ipad with episodes of Paw Patrol and listen to the Moana soundtrack on repeat for 12 hours with a toddler and large dog in the backseat, but even that sounds ideal.
We'll get there.
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