|The size of the oranges? |
She stops and looks at the shelves, searching for something new to eat. That is an easier task in a restaurant when looking at a menu.
At the grocery store we have to look at every bottle or can or bag on the shelf.
But sometimes she just grabs something we have had before – like the mini Mandarins. In the case of the last bag she thought she grabbed, what arrived home were mini oranges, not mini-Mandarins. Until she spoke up, I didn’t know she was having the same trouble I was having. The peeling is hard to take off. Usually I have orange juice all the way up to the second knuckle of my fingers on both hands, before I get the fruit unpeeled. Further, the time it takes to peel the orange is far greater than the time it takes me to eat it.
“Doesn’t seem worth the work,” she said, when there was finally a minute when we were both eating the oranges.
I haven’t been seeing much of her, and neither has anyone else. She has papers to mark – 102 of questions one and two. She could do 3 per hour when she began. Now she can do 6 per hour, which means her speed has been doubled now she knows what she is looking for in an answer, but there isn’t much hope she can go any faster than that. So her time is spent sequestered in her office marking. That is, until Duncan wanted to see Star Wars: The Force Awakens again.
|Yes to the sweetness of slicing.|
They are sweet and delicious and fun to eat now that I know to cut them with a knife.