Food On the Doorstep

Golf on a course around here is going to take a while.

I’ll be looking at “Golden Girls” and throwing the ball for Ollie in the morning.

Both of us covered in mud.

Which has lead to making dinners, and trying different sauces each week has been fun, but we are a little short on people to eat my creations.

Sam popped over for dinner on Friday night because he was sick of eating Ramen.

I gave him a jug of Hawaiian Punch to take with him and he reacted like I’d given him what he wanted for Christmas.

“How much you think that costs?” I asked him.

“Oh, it’s a huge jug. At least $20, I’d say.”

“It’s $2.89 and they sell it at Save-A-Lot.”

“I’m not going in the store!” He said. “That’s stupid.”

And that is kind of the way it is with kids his age. They order food and groceries to be delivered to their door.

I have never once ordered food to be delivered to me!

If I were here completely alone I’d make something out of whatever is in the pantry.

(There’s always a sauce in there if you think about it).

Even when I’m on the road, I hit a restaurant to eat or pick up what I ordered.

“Just use Door Dash,” one hotel employee told me when I asked if they had any menus.

“Look at me,” I said. “I’m old. I don’t know how to Door Dash.”

Kathy, of course, uses Door Dash or whatever else.

“They left the food. It’s at the downstairs door.”

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“They texted me a photo.”

What a world.

She shared the photo with me, and sure enough, there was a bag sitting right there next to my garbage bin.

Seems absurd to me.

See you at the grocery store.