The squash at the grocery store probably shouldn’t be a friend. However, when you find yourself chatting to the squash bin and informing one of them that they shall be coming home with you, well, you realize you will have new habits to relinquish upon unmasking. You really can’t promise every fruit and vegetable a home. Additionally, we don’t eat our friends.
My neighbor is contemplating a dog after she attempted to converse with the television set. Looking at my plants, I long for the days when all I did was ignore them. Now I am attempting to win their friendship on a weekly basis, with actual water and cheerful banter. This is setting them up for a fall when I return to “survival of the fittest” mode with them.
True friends are still true friends though, and hanging with them in person is my wish for Christmas.
Hope I’m on your friendship list; you’re on mine. Love June