Grocery shopping isn’t my favorite thing to do. Actually I hate it. Especially in the countryside, where it’s necessary to drive by car for every single breadcrumb. Driving and shopping must have been hobbies of my parents. I hate the combination. Senseless driving and this infernal grocery shopping – searching for exact the bargains - which my father saw in some flyers - in the middle of hysterical and/or expert bargain hunters.
Do you know how the expert bargain hunter looks like?
- They have elbows like knives!
- They drive shopping carts like Ben Hur!
- They take over your shopping cart, when you are not looking ...
- ... they will leave you with a shopping cart full of junk food with an abandoned child, which is stuffing the unpaid junk in its mouth.
Next year I will put an end to it. No, I won’t do it anymore. No more Thursday shopping. No more shopping without a list. No more shopping tours for always the same three things nobody needs. No more shopping with two elderly people at once, who are get lost in no time - of course everyone in a different corner of 10.000 m² - or are exhausted in no time.
Forget it. All will stay the same in 2019. I will put the wheelchair in my car. I will tolerate the same three unnecessary things in the shopping cart - until I will bring it back before I have to pay for it. Maybe we all will become three years old sooner or later for a second time. One day I will join the club and drive my daughter crazy, because I don’t want to do grocery shopping. I hope she will be more despotic than me.
Therefore I’m very happy to have my camera as a therapeutic neutral eye. Zilla helps me to forget about - just for a moment - the damned grocery shopping. Yesterday on my way back home – I drove another futile 20 km, because I tried to get a newspaper for my father – I stopped to photograph an oak tree, which I like very much. The tree is maybe the largest in the area. It grows right beside the street and at the edge of the wood. Sadly this year it was hit by a lightening and some of the larger branches broke and splintered. Nevertheless it’s still an impressive tree, but if nobody will take care of the injuries soon, the tree will die for sure.
Funny thing, that this oak tree is (still?) a holy place. It seems, sometimes nothing will change since pagan times. A rusty and almost colorless cross was nailed to the trunk a long time ago. The remaining color shows a more satanic than peaceful face of Jesus. The face of Jesus holds a lot of potential for identification, but maybe I'm just a little bit on the dark side at the moment, because they promised me cookies ... At least it’s the only black haired Jesus with a black goatee and eyebrows like Spock I know of! On the other hand it’s the only Jesus who was shot multiple times with a modern firearm!
Think about that: people, who forget their children during grocery shopping, stuffing junk into their stomachs and brains are responsible for such an idiocy. I'm sure they are also responsible for our far right government.