On top of that, today is Pi Day. You know, in our numbering system 3/14. Or 3.14. We are supposed to celebrate by eating, or making (or both), pizza pie, any type of pie. Pie, yummy pie.
But something not funny happened on the way to the store. Yesterday, spouse and I went to our local supermarket at 8:30 am to pick up a prescription and get a couple of bagels for breakfast (I had taken the day off of work). The parking lot was packed, and as we went into the store we felt like salmon swimming upstream, as we passed shoppers pushing carts out of the store, loaded with...well, anything.
This is what I found at the entrance.
The natural remedies section.
I didn't check the pie section but the bakery area had another hand sanitizer station.
I think we've all seen enough. It's time to make Pi.
Here are a couple of my posts from previous years, if you need something to get in the mood.
A link to various (not mine) "pi" recipes, too.
Guess what, though. I'm not going to make Pi today. Spouse and I did get out and take a walk and we went into a store and got something I'll make tomorrow for my son. Tonight, spouse is making some beef broth and we are going to have onion soup from some of the strawberry onions we bought the other week.
It's hard not to give in to fear, to find that line between social distancing and loneliness, and to remember that there are lots more people in a bad way than we think. Let's think of our senior relatives and neighbors, or those who are immune-impaired, or the disabled among us with health issues. Let's wash our hands, not hoard. Think of someone today. Call or email them.
Let's turn to music when all else fails. Let's remember we are the human race. We are all one. Our human race has faced adversary before. We will face it again. We will get through this.
Too many times, we do forget that.