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bladesparkMy favorite growler fill place has gone out of business. I had their little app, so I would have expected a text saying something, but nope. I just turned up there with my growler a week or two ago, and the place was cleaned out.
I liked them because they had a dozen or so taps for cider, hard soda, mead, etc., whereas most growler fill places have just three or four, and the rest all beer.
OH NO, I have a slightly worse selection of cider available! Talk about first world problems, right?
But I miss the little things, sometimes.
I just dropped the goober off at school. Last year, when I did that, I'd then nip over to a really awesome little coffee shop where I'd gotten to the point that the barrista would pull out a cup and go "12oz house coffee with lots of cream, right?" and I'd nod, and the day I was so absent-minded I forgot to tip, I could just tip her double next time I came in, and she was all "You don't even have to do that, you've left so many tips at this point" and she knew about my kid and I knew about her clothing business, and we both gushed about great places in Hawaii after my trip there because she'd lived there for a couple of years and just...
It was so nice. It was such a great way to start off my days that I was totally willing to kill 45 minutes of my precious goober-free time doing it, and I don't even have the option anymore, because the place is closed, and even if they were open, they'd be pickup only, you know?
Right in Feb. I'd been making plans to treat myself by going to a specific tiny little restaurant that's too small to do socially distanced seating. I don't know when they'll be able to open again or if they'll even exist when they can!!!
The trans UU support group was going to keep meeting after our formal church-organized term ended, but we're all so burnt out that nobody's stepped up to organize it, and zoom calls are so exhausting anyway, but I know if we'd been meeting in person we probably would have!
And the goober loved going to church so much, but of course she gets nothing whatsoever out of zoom church.
So many little things!
It matters more that people are dying and suffering. It matters more to the owners of those businesses closing down than it does to me. None of the above stuff is really a big deal.
But there are days when I drive home from dropping off the kiddo and I miss that little coffee break so much it makes me want to cry.
I liked them because they had a dozen or so taps for cider, hard soda, mead, etc., whereas most growler fill places have just three or four, and the rest all beer.
OH NO, I have a slightly worse selection of cider available! Talk about first world problems, right?
But I miss the little things, sometimes.
I just dropped the goober off at school. Last year, when I did that, I'd then nip over to a really awesome little coffee shop where I'd gotten to the point that the barrista would pull out a cup and go "12oz house coffee with lots of cream, right?" and I'd nod, and the day I was so absent-minded I forgot to tip, I could just tip her double next time I came in, and she was all "You don't even have to do that, you've left so many tips at this point" and she knew about my kid and I knew about her clothing business, and we both gushed about great places in Hawaii after my trip there because she'd lived there for a couple of years and just...
It was so nice. It was such a great way to start off my days that I was totally willing to kill 45 minutes of my precious goober-free time doing it, and I don't even have the option anymore, because the place is closed, and even if they were open, they'd be pickup only, you know?
Right in Feb. I'd been making plans to treat myself by going to a specific tiny little restaurant that's too small to do socially distanced seating. I don't know when they'll be able to open again or if they'll even exist when they can!!!
The trans UU support group was going to keep meeting after our formal church-organized term ended, but we're all so burnt out that nobody's stepped up to organize it, and zoom calls are so exhausting anyway, but I know if we'd been meeting in person we probably would have!
And the goober loved going to church so much, but of course she gets nothing whatsoever out of zoom church.
So many little things!
It matters more that people are dying and suffering. It matters more to the owners of those businesses closing down than it does to me. None of the above stuff is really a big deal.
But there are days when I drive home from dropping off the kiddo and I miss that little coffee break so much it makes me want to cry.