I want to add something to yesterday’s note. I wrote that in a hurry — I had already gone to bed and then remembered I hadn’t blogged, so I had to get up and blog in the dark before going back to bed. But I had intended to record an emotional reaction. A “transition” reaction, what this blog was originally meant for. See, right up there in the subtitle?
I was going into Piazza’s grocery yesterday morning. They have a double row of fresh fruit displays outside. Walking between these banks of fruit, a sudden memory of our typical Sunday morning shopping expeditions came back with great force. Maybe it was the smell of oranges? Normally I can go in and out of Piazza’s without strong memories, but that moment I was back in, say, 2017.
We normally planned our meals for the week on Sunday morning, debating what would be fresh and what we had on hand and what each of us felt like cooking on our alternating cook days. We’d make out a shopping list and, in the winter, like now, we’d head straight to the store. Summer we’d go first to the California Ave market to get fresh fruit. But winters, we’d be heading into Piazza’s, list in hand, past that same fruit display, picking what fruit we wanted on hand for the week. How about a melon? Oh look the little oranges are in. And so on.
Something about the time of day, the ambient light of a cloudy winter sky, the smells, whatever, brought that whole memory of our partnership back very strongly. I could easily have broken down and cried. I was walking through the store to pick up what I came for (a bottle of laundry bleach) with blurry vision and a sniffly nose.
Sunday 01/21/2024
Today, a very easy start. At 1pm, down to the basement to meet the carpool and go to the SWBB game. The game itself was close, the OSU Beavers were within a couple of points until the 4th quarter when Stanford pulled away.
Then it was time for a big celebration, as this was the win where Tara became the college coach with most all-time wins, at 1,203. I and Marian were there for her 500th, 900th, and 1000th wins, too. The hoo-rah afterward this time went on and on, and eventually the CH carpool left while it was still going.
Codgerville 