Went to the “far away” grocery this morning. The weather was nice. Some exercise was in order. So I went to the grocery that is 1.5 miles away. It also has pretty good grocery store sushi.
I was also picking up some coffee (hoarding?) and I needed eggs. Noticed that they had quail eggs and duck eggs. In addition to the usual selection of brown, white, organic, free-range, factory, eggs in 6, 12, or 18 packs. Except for the price, the egg department is pretty much pre-pandemic. I guess this is a good sign.
This amused me way too much. Had to steal it. Don’t know who to credit.
Gratitude
Grateful that good sushi is within (long) walking distance.
On the not good news front. Another resident of The Asylum died of COVID this week. It’s not all duck and quail eggs if you are old.
When I finished work the morning, I looked out the window. And there was no outside outside. Totally fogged in. I “go” to work shortly before 6AM. And, I try to get everything done before the real workers start using the database. Works for me, because the old brain doesn’t improve as the day progresses.
Still in this strange state of waiting for the wheels to fall off. The weather is great. I am not frantic about the upcoming election. I have done all that I can. Not obsessing about COVID. I am uncommonly tranquil. Which must mean that I am missing something big and important. Maybe I am just a deer stuck in the headlights.
Gratitude
Room service delivered a very nice ham and cheese sandwich this noon. Enjoy every sandwich.
It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood. So, I went for a walk. Looking for autumn.
Gratitude
Another day of grace. Warm weather. Good friends. Oatmeal cookies. Coffee. And enough work to keep me out of trouble.
A friend in Zoom yoga reminded us that if you vote early you can “pick your weather”. That man had a good point. There will be plenty of waiting outdoors on Nov 3. And, you don’t know what the weather will be like. This election is too important to miss because it was too cold, rainy, hot, snowy, whatever. Vote as soon as you can.
Went out looking for autumn – poison ivy is always good. It turns a nice cheery red in the fall. Just like I do if I encounter it unawares.
And today was another one of those mellow waiting for the next bad thing to happen days. I am surely getting better at enjoying the goodness that comes along.
Gratitude
Grateful that I have been able to adapt as well as I have (and I admit it ain’t great) to the new normal. I have stopped thinking about “when things get back to normal”. There never was normal. There is just what is.
My friends are like cheerful chipmunks – they are out scurrying around, stocking up before the next uptick in Covid locks us up. And there is the possibility of civil unrest after the election. I have done my share of scurrying and stocking as well. But, I am still thinking about my escape to Hawai’i. The only problem I see is the “exit plan”. Always know how you are going to get out. And, that is what I haven’t figured out. If it all goes to hell, how will I get back to The Asylum. And would I even need to get back if it is really that bad?
I went for a longer than usual walk this morning, but I didn’t know that I made it all the way to Pennsylvania! We really need to win Pennsylvania.
Nice normal day, work, walk, visit with friends, scarf down most excellent brandy walnut pie (before lunch already), zoom meeting, in-person yoga, read, think about going to Kona.
Gratitude
Grateful for this small interlude of peace and tranquility. I don’t consider it boring. These are days of grace. I am trying to savor them.
If you are considering not voting – just remember how well that worked last time. The Republican Governor of Maryland wrote in Ronald Regan. Don’t do that either.
I had no work to do. I felt that I had done enough walking for the week. So, I curled up in my recliner, covered myself with a blanket, filled up my mug with coffee, and read the newspapers that I hadn’t finished earlier in the week. That was what I did today.
Gratitude
Happy for a totally self-indulgent leisure day.
In 16 days we can start to take our country back. It will not be the end. As Winston Churchill said “but it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.”
Ah yes, another boring post from my boring old life. Old age exacerbated by Covid isn’t very exciting as long as one avoids becoming infected.
As the story goes, there was a Wiccan Chaplain volunteer who came to my hospital. He/she had stashed some crystals in the office. She/he left and didn’t take the crystals. In due time – they were set out with the trash. I was getting ready to walk home and decided to “rescue” the one that I liked the most. I picked up a nice chunk of clear quartz. That was a couple of years ago and the quartz has lived on my windowsill ever since. Sometimes it refracts light nicely.
Maybe I should see what this crystal is supposed to do? Well, according to Google: white crystal is considered a “master healer.” It’s said to amplify energy by absorbing, storing, releasing, and regulating it. It’s also said to aid concentration and memory. Physically, clear crystals are claimed to help stimulate the immune system and balance out your entire body.
I don’t think it is working in my case. My concentration and memory are definitely slipping. I am surely not “balanced”. But, maybe without the crystal, I would be worse. Or do I need a Wiccan to turn it on? Can Alexa to fire it up?
Big activity today was to walk to the “far away” grocery for a can of pumpkin. Also, laid in a “just in case” supply of coffee. I think that might be called hoarding.
Gratitude
Grateful that I can still make a three mile round trip to my favorite grocery store. (But, when I was coming out, the bus that stops right in front of The Asylum was pulling up and looking pretty damn good. I didn’t get on.)
Ordered a rare petit fillet from the menu. I have some broccoli, so, I will make beef and broccoli for dinner.
A pretty boring day. The most exciting thing was discovering a bunch of still life setups in the art studio. So, what not to do but take some pictures and then post-process.
Gratitude
Grateful for new wool socks. And for the interesting clouds out the window.
Didn’t order any Asylum meals today – so – it’s cooking for me tonight. Thinking maybe I’ll saute up some chicken with an apple. Think that will be within my skill set. Some Jimmy Buffett, some beer, some sauteing. Then some eating. Finally, some cleanup.
Nice warm fall day. Walked around the residential part of the neighborhood – not my usual lap around the strip malls.
Gratitude
Grateful to be alive. Alive is a biggie.
Just checked my hospital email. There was a really poor phishing email. I gotta believe that it was the in-house security team checking to see how stupid I am. A real phish would have been better done. Deleted it. That was the most exciting thing that has happened all day. And that is OK.
Came back in from my afternoon walk and what should be on my window ledge? Crows! Sneaked up on them with the phone.
Well, I approve 100% of telemedicine. My doctor was on time. She spent 20 minutes with me. She agreed that I am fine and I agreed to go down to her office and get routine blood work since it has been 18 months.
She is not 100% happy with me going to Hawai’i. Well, I am not 100% happy with me staying here. So, it’s a draw.
I was out wandering around looking at weeds and enjoying the afternoon sun when I found this huge praying mantis. She seems to be very well fed. Hopefully, she will lay eggs somewhere safe and we will have more mantis next year.
Pretty good new normal day here. Work, hike, socially distant visit with friends, zoom yoga, lunch, queue up too close to 20 or 30 of my neighbors to get at COVID test, nothing big. Just stuff.
Gratitude
Grateful for friends who their share salted caramel fudge.
We now have 3 residents and 3 staff members with COVID. Not a step in the right direction. We have about 400 residents and nearly as many staff, so percentage-wise, it isn’t so bad. But, still…
