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Showing posts with label D-Day. Show all posts

Thursday, June 6, 2024

Misfits with a miss

Misfits came today, no pink van, but nice Hakeem

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delivered today, such a nice guy, noticed me, shouted a greeting, waved.

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The box seemed small, no wonder,  they'd omitted my vital diced tomatoes, two cans, dang. Now credited. They're very quick to make right, complete with a human being making sure both were credited, and apologizing for the mistake.

But the other vital items were there. The potatoes are really good, unmarked, good quality. Apples likewise.

And because I was completely out of bread adjacent food, I made these muffins yesterday, using the last of the blueberries.

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Toasted for breakfast. Or afternoon tea. Or anytime really.

I haven't mentioned D-Day in here, but did talk elsewhere online, people interested in my memories as a child in Europe. There's some pressure to write more, make a video, do a podcast. 

Eager learners, but I had to explain that PTSD from that whole period, seeing things little children shouldn't see and can never forget, makes it pretty much the stuff of nightmare.  I can handle brief comments but not extended exposure.

I explained why I can't watch Wizard of Oz, tried, and had to leave at the writing in the sky. Smoke in the sky was imminent death. My subconscious still thinks that. Searchlights too, mean enemy planes in the sky. Even when they're only advertising a restaurant opening!  Barrage balloons likewise, bringers of destruction. To a little kid hard to grasp they were protective, because they were so huge and frightening and silent, seen tethered on the ground in the local park.

Some people were very tickled to hear anecdotes about things like receiving food parcels "from AMERICA!" from the viewpoint of a little kid at the receiving end. 

They'd never thought about it. Some, very young, didn't know about food parcels at all. I thanked them, for their parents, maybe grandparents, who were the donors. They were so moved by this real life, not in the history books, convo.

Anyway that's why I haven't talked in here. I'm all too aware. 

Happy day everyone! Take care, remember why we need to vote blue, so it doesn't happen again. 

Also enjoy your day!

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