pandemic
Deep in quarantine
Mark has a pretty regular schedule for being retired in pandemic. He gets up, does chores – makes the bed, opens the curtains, scoops the cat litter, while brushing his teeth. Then showers and if it’s an every other day, shaves. He eats a banana, then goes for his long walk, and gets coffee to … [Read more…]
I think there’s a story here
Let’s go day by day. On Wednesday my next door neighbors got a new furnace and air conditioner installed. The air conditioner unit is in between our houses, where it’s still a muddy trench from the garage construction – the landscapers aren’t able to schedule our reconstruction work as yet due to the pandemic. Only … [Read more…]
Waiting for the worst to come
So, food and pictures – what else can we do? Thursday I roasted a chicken and we ate chicken and mashed potatoes and peas with mushrooms & caramelized onions for dinner. Still using those onions from the pandemic risotto. I guess I left off in my last post right when I was putting the chicken … [Read more…]
Singing the quarantine blues
How does that go again? Something like, I texted my kids and they haven’t replied, do do do wah wah, Are they OK? oooh, aaah, Is my sense of smell going? My chest hurts, maybe I’ve got it oooh lala, Took the trash out, brought the newspapers in, bleach wiped everything again, washed my hands … [Read more…]
Work at home Day 4 or 5 or 6 ….
Depends on when you count from. I’m losing track. Last Thursday was the last day I was in the office. That day started with a haircut, then I drove to campus, and worked until about 4:30. I planned on stopping to get gas on the way home, and that meant that there I was on … [Read more…]
Not having to go any place is sort of nice
I guess. Until it’s not. I’ve started doing my walks now without a stop at a coffee place, although Mark stopped in at one today (Sunday). I guess that will stop if/when Wisconsin follows Illinois and Ohio, and makes all bars and restaurants carry out only. Or I mean he could stop and pick up … [Read more…]
Pandemic
Friday the 13th, working at home, and getting another email about a cancellation or closing every half hour or so. Italy, where everyone is quarantined and singing: US, where a sports journalist (Utah Jazz reporter for The Salt Lake Tribune), a.k.a. white, fairly privileged guy, can’t get tested: and we have the last person in … [Read more…]