I had already signed up, $99 for a year, on the recommendation of a Canadian friend, an interweb guru of sorts. Instacart. I tried it out this afternoon for the first time. I shopped for a bit more than the required $35 worth for the free delivery. It added a $1 service fee and a $2 tip. I had my groceries in an hour, shopped for and delivered by Priscilla. I’m impressed.
Now I’m set for at least another two weeks. Next time I’ll actually write out a list. The $35 minimum shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll just add dry goods for the pantry until I hit the mark.
Tomorrow or Friday I’m going to Uber to the bank to deposit another check and to the post office to mail my cousins ring to her that Daughter had found during the cleanout.
I still have $555 of the $600 left. Every time I think of something to buy I go and find it and it’s sold out or out of stock.
I mailed a check to my brother and sis-in-law for the money they’ve lent me over the years. It wasn’t much, and even though my sis-in-law said to not bother, I don’t like debt. And now I have none. I’m totally debt free.
Daughter called with a story last night. She was in a hot tub at an Airbnb and had some kind of violent reaction and had to go to the emergency room for meds, an hours long IV, and left with an EpiPen. She’s better now, but with no certainty what exactly she reacted to, hence, the EpiPen. She was certainly amazed at how different she was treated now that she has medical insurance from her employer. She just handed over her card and that was that.
I’ve said for nearly a year now. the numbers don’t matter because it hasn’t even started yet. The slower the vaccine roll-out is the more the virus will have a chance to mutate. As it already has.
There are people here in the park walking around and gathering together without masks on. And I know of one person here who spent two days in the hospital with the virus.
You can’t fix stupid.