Joy comes in the morning

From the time I was a little girl, I was taught how important it was to always have food in the cupboard. That way, no matter how tight money becomes, you can still eat and keep going. Such a Great Depression point of view was very handy during the pandemic when shortages and supply-chain delays became the norm. Now that I’m unemployed, I’m even more grateful to have taken that lesson to heart.

Due to my practice of avoiding COVID-19 whenever possible, especially when rates are on the rise, I’ve become a big fan of online food shopping. Once or twice a month, I order our groceries, usually from Instacart or directly from Hannaford, the local grocer. I like that my orders/tips help out local gig workers. Since I have them drop the bags off at my door, we both stay safe and healthy. And, all of my previous shopping trips are saved online so reordering is a breeze.

Once the groceries are purchased, the shopper will ping my phone letting me know he or she is on the way. This is particularly helpful during warm months because you don’t want frozen items to sit outside for too long. My phone is again pinged when the bags are delivered, at which point M brings everything into the house and I put it all away. Such a divvying up of chores works in our favor; he uses his muscles to carry the heavy load and I know where everything is when I cook/bake.

The reason I mention this is because I recently had a memorable delivery. Oh, the groceries were the same. The shopping didn’t deviate from the norm. Nor did our practice of bringing stuff inside and putting it all away. No, what made this trip so lovely was our shopper. She followed my directions to a T, managed to find everything I wanted, maintained friendly contact when required and delivered the order in a timely fashion. Also, she had the perfect name: