Working Woman’s Blues

April 18, 2000


I have been self-isolating. True, my routine is not that different from what it normally is, but I have been conscious of where I do go and whom I contact personally. This morning, however, I am going into town to my go-to home improvement emporium. I am going to purchase an ice maker for my refrigerator. I know; it sounds frivolous. However, my old ice maker packed it in years ago, and I have been purchasing bags of ice periodically. I don’t use a lot normally, but lately I have taken quinine infused water laced with citrus and antiseptic once a day, as a precaution. It’s more effective chilled. I reason that one trip to “Highe’s” (Let’s call it that!) is better than repeated trips to the grocery store or convenience store for a bag of ice. I know what you’re going to say next: “What about ice trays?” Well, I don’t have any, so I’d still have to make a trip to town, and by doing it this way I can get potting soil, too.