Yesterday, I brought Deb, The Queen of Texarkana, a care package of Marty's pandemic stew. This bit of vegan yumminess, is a recipe he perfected during the 2020 lockdown. It is still a staple in our home, now with (sigh) okra added to the mix because we will be eating okra for the rest of our lives the way that stuff grows.
Ok, back to this post. Anyway, Deb mentioned it was rare for her to receive her allotment of fresh pandemic stew on a weekday. And wow! How nice of Marty to have made this in his limited free time. She was referring to the small window of time Marty had between the eight hours he'd been putting in at the office and the additional required two hours at home every night.
Without thinking, I replied, "He has plenty of time now that's he unemployed."
"WHY am I just now hearing about this?" she demanded. Her bossy big-sister voice crisply hit every syllable.
I'm going to miss that bossy big-sister voice.
"It happened Monday." I replied.
She pointed to the empty chair, indicating I should sit. In her Southern drawl, she scolded me. "Today is Wednesday, Missy!"
"Yes, ma'am," was the best I could muster.
Anyway, Deb had "Wednesday Church" last night, something I've managed to avoid. I won't be at Lunch Bunch today either. So, I'm guessing most everyone will know about Marty's situation by the end of today.
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