Risky Business

Yesterday was the first time since St Patrick's Day that either of us have set foot in a store. I've been able to make due with delivery but there was one thing we couldn't get brought to the door or out to the curb. 

I was nervous about letting The Mister go down to our corner crab shack and pick up a bushel but it's the 4th and some things are worth taking a risk for. Our area numbers are still heading in the right direction and everyone inside and out was masked up so it seemed okay. 

We can't gather as a family to eat them so we divided them up in the back of the truck and the kids took theirs home to eat. I did get a few precious moments with the Grands. I cried when they left. I cried the other day at the park when I saw a baby that reminded me of them. That's one good thing about mask wearing. It does hide the tears and lately there have been plenty. I hate this. 

Lucky me. They came bearing gifts. I had a box full of produce and a giant bag full of kale and chard from their garden.

They brought a cooler for their crabs and had filled it with frozen dumplings for our freezer. We are on the back side of delivery so it's been slim pickings here for a few days. All the edibles were very much appreciated. 

I also got a bouquet. I love hydrangeas. They remind me of summer weddings. I had no idea there were white ones. Now I want one. 

Happy 4th everyone. Instead of fireworks and watermelon I'm spending the day making masks for Daughter. Her rink is opening up on Monday and she's going to need as many as she can get. Did I mention that I really hate this? I really do.