Awareness of the outside world. ” ‘The supply chain network is so complicated that if somebody sneezes in one place, somebody else gets the cold in another place,’ says Husain.” NPR: Russia’s war on Ukraine is dire for world hunger. But there are solutions, Aizenman, March 6, 2022.
Recently, a friend needed help (waves hi!), so I went grocery shopping.
I know. I’m as shocked as you are.
The adventure here is that my husband does all the grocery shopping. In the days when I went into the store, I was good for $20-$30 of expensive, packaged treats. Now the dog & I wait in the car.
Back to me in foreign territory.
Text friend: What want? PB&J?
What do you mean sure? What PB? What J?
Same for soup and coffee additives. They were fine with whatever I got. Either they were being polite since I was getting the food, or they are broad-minded about what they eat.
Me, not so much.
Soda? Coke in 7-oz mini cans. Not big cans. Not plastic bottles. Definitely not big, one-liter plastic bottles.
Ice cream? Baskin-Robbins mint chocolate chip or don’t bother.
The problem is that if I don’t see what I like, I don’t eat.
Seriously. I wander off, get involved in something else, and forget to eat.
Those of you who watched me attempt to feed myself in my single, pre-chef husband days are now nodding your heads or rolling your eyes. Or both.
I bring this up here because it explains why I get along with Thoroughbreds.
Don’t like this batch of hay, even though it looks identical to that other batch of hay? Okay, I’ll go to the third feed store & see what they have.
Don’t want to stay in your stall and eat, even though you like this hay and you need weight? Okay, we’ll try again later.
High-strung? High maintenance? Moi?
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Mea culpa. My husband is too. A coincidence? Maybe.
Is it nature? Is it nurture? Is it nuture doing the best it can with what nature provided?
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