I’ve seen a lot (doing high-end retail in LA) who have all been pleasant and polite with me but I’d have to say my favorite is Julie Andrews because I’ve also interacted with people who work for her and they genuinely love her warmth and kindness.
The problem with waxcloth is you can’t clean it well enough, because no hot water. If I can’t use it on meat or dairy it’s no good for me. Also I can never get it to stay, maybe because I have cold hands. Reusable lidded takeout containers work for most food storage and go in the dishwasher, until they finally fall apart and get recycled. At least it’s better than using cling wrap.
Even in a pot on a balcony you can grow a blueberry bush. They’re pretty hardy, nice looking, no thorns, the flowers are good for pollinators, and you’ll be able to pick and eat fresh berries. One little bush won’t produce enough at one time for a pie, but at least they don’t get moldy like strawberries.
Give me a minute, I’m working on it!
I used to enjoy aerobics classes when I was younger. Now that I’m old, after my morning chores, I put out 4 big puzzle mat squares and do those old moves (low-impact so I don’t have to put on a bra or shoes) for 30 minutes or more while my phone plays 135 bpm music and the TV plays Midsomer Murders on silent with closed captions. At 135 bpm, even high-marching in place is aerobic, and adding kicks and punches and dance moves is easy and better for the joints. No choreography, just 8 of something and switch, so I can follow the murder plot. I don’t have to change out of PJs or go anywhere or let anyone but the cat see me sweat. Afterwards I stagger into a cooling shower and come out to catch the murderer. I DON’T enjoy working out, and I DON’T get a high from having done it. But I can go to bed at night without doing guilty leg lifts and crunches in bed and waking up my spouse. So I try to do it daily.
Well, I’ve met Kevin Bacon so now you’re a 2.
Funny story really, I live in West LA… I was watching my kids play in the park and saw a familiar-looking dad watching his, so I wandered up and said, “I feel like I know you but I can’t remember from where, do your kids go to (local school) or (local play gym) or (local swim classes)?” And he said" … Umm, I’m Kevin Bacon." So I said, “Oh I’m sorry, of course you are!” and let him alone to enjoy being a dad.