I made soup today. I specifically bought a package of beef cubes to use in soups or stews because it’s getting to that time of year when a pot of soup bubbling on the stove is one of those comforting things.
I love hearty, beefy soups with a thick broth flavoured with tomatoes, beans, kale or chard, onions and garlic. And a lot of nice spices too.
The last ingredient I was going to add into my soup was mushrooms. I bought those yesterday specifically because I knew I was going to make soup this week.
However. The mushroom pack has disappeared. It is gone. Vanished into thin air.
I went back to the car. Did it fall out of the bag? I had the bag in a box and the box is in the house, and it is void of packages of mushrooms.
I looked everywhere. The fridge. The cupboards. The basement shelving unit where I went to get a can of beans. Back to the car…
Nothing. It’s gone.
I’m beginning to question whether I even bought it. Perhaps I’ll go dig the receipt out of the recycling bin and check to see that I did buy them.
WHAT IS HAPPENING?
Last night I went to bed intending on reading something on my phone. I realized suddenly the phone was only at half battery. I verified I had plugged it in all the way and discovered it was. What wasn’t plugged in was the power bar. Mom must have unplugged everything before she went on her trip.
I didn’t notice at first because the plug is behind the desk where I sit and work. I saw the cord go behind the desk, but I didn’t realize it was not plugged int.
No wonder the phone wasn’t charging.
I plugged it in, then went to do my bathroom routine and when I came I back picked up my phone to begin reading when I saw it still wasn’t charging.
So I fiddled around with the cable and wiggled the connecting piece when suddenly it fell apart. The connector which was attached to my phone was broken. The copper wire thingies were broken off…
What in the fresh hell is going on?
So I turned the phone off, went to get the old Samsung tablet, read a bit on that and then went to sleep. Next morning, I turned my phone on and checked if mom texted. She did. She’s still in hospital but getting better and hopeful she can travel home next week.
I texed with her and a few others for a while until I realized the battery was running low at which point I got myself ready to head to the store.
My mobile provider in the mall was closer than the Walmart Super Center, and since I needed to head into the neighbouring town to pick up an order, I didn’t want to go waste time driving, and shopping, at Walmart. I drove to the mall instead and went to look for the Freedom mobile store.
It was closed.
But the sign said they’re still there, but moved someplace else within the mall.
I walked to the new location and found the store. It was still closed.
The sign said they will open at 11. It was 10:30. Is this a staffing issue? A covid issue? Who opens a store in a mall at 11?
I pondered if I felt like shopping (no), run a drugstore errand (meh), or go sit and have a coffee (already had two) until my store opened.
I didn’t want to wait.
So I went back downstairs to a Virgin mobile stand and asked them if they had charging cables for android.
The answer was yes.
But. I had to give my name, my address, and my phone number to purchase the thing.
I declined with the address. Often, they ask for postal codes, which I get, but what does he need all that personal info for? It’s a freaking charging cable…
He said it was for the receipt.
Anyway, they charged me WAY too much money but the clock was ticking and I still didn’t feel like going to Walmart so I paid and left.
I drove to the next town to some obscure location to pick up some disposable medical masks. Apparently, he had put this order in and they do curbside pickup.
The place he ordered them from was a veterinary office. I had been there once before, but it’s a little tricky to get to because it’s in an industrial area. I did have a new cable now, which I plugged my phone into, and used the GPS to guide me and found the place no problem.
When I got there I had to STOP and call a number. DO NOT ENTER it said. COVID protocols in place.
But fine. The last time I was here was maybe two months into the first lockdown and obviously they are still following the protocols from two years ago, which is fine, so I called the number to tell them I was there for a pickup.
Across the street was a really loud construction noise.
It was really difficult to hear the dial tone, and when it finally got a voice, it took a lot of forced concentration to understand that it was a machine. Not voicemail – first I had to click through a menu to even get to the voicemail, which was difficult given the noise across the street.
I finally got the voice mail and felt a little irritated. I couldn’t remember the order number I had memorized anymore, which consisted of letters and numbers, and I couldn’t consult my phone because I was ON the phone with voice mail.
Voice mail told me to leave a message (I think. I couldn’t hear well but they all say the same thing.)
I may have sounded a little snarky which in hindsight makes me feel bad. They are much busier than I am doing much more important work than I do…
I said something to the tune of this:
Hi, I’m here to pick up the order for name lastname, I can’t consult the order number in my phone because I’m talking on the phone, I’m standing outside your door. Please tell me I didn’t waste my trip.
I am not happy that I said that. But it can’t be undone now, so moving on…
I waited beside the locked door. Nothing happened. While I waited I read the door. There were several signs posted, all of which warned of the dire-ness that is covid.
I’m so sick to death of all this shit. Seriously.
Anyway, after a few minutes I just left. I mean, why didn’t he put the order in for delivery to begin with?
While driving back I passed a favorite food store (a German deli) and went in there to purchase the aforementioned package of beef, among other things. Like pastrami, sauerkraut, rye bread and mustard. And chocolate (if you must know).
I was looking forward to a pastrami sandwich on rye with mustard and sauerkraut for lunch.
While driving back to my mom’s house, I saw a number call my phone. It must have been the vet place but it didn’t say the name and I was driving and the car isn’t modern and doesn’t have all the contraptions to easily talk on the phone while driving so I ignored it.
I found out later that they will ship it free of charge. Just as well…
Then I enjoyed my sandwich.
And, for my troubles, while I had my tea, I consumed not one, but two Portuguese custard tarts.
So there. 🙂
The soup was bubbling on the stove as I typed this, sans mushrooms, and I am going to have myself a bowl for dinner. And maybe for lunch tomorrow, too.