Self-Quarantine, Day 29
I didn't have work till noon, and for once I'd had a good night's sleep, so I did Bikram for half an hour. I like this yoga method, broken up by drinking coffee, checking on the internet and taking care of things I can see in the the kitchen.
One thing I did was go out with clippers and cut the flowers offered me by my second-best lilac, Lil Rascal. These don't smell as great; in fact, I'm not completely sure she is a lilac, but probably she is, because she looks much like Miss Kim, who came with a plastic tag that identified her as a miniature lilac.
Honora came in last night while I was still in the guest room and we experimented with downloading my file of laptop backgrounds to use as Zoom backgrounds:
I worked from 12-2, then quick lunch, then 2:30 to 5:30, then had a Zoom Happy Hour with my brothers and my sister-in-law Karen:
Toby participated but then left to sit on the other couch because he was overwhelmed by the shouting. Karen is Like Us, but Toby is Not Like Us, which is why I like him.
Dinner was Toby's specialty (so I say), bacon and onion smothered pork chops. He made this once a few months ago and I was OH BABy. Honora ate eggs upstairs, where her Shakespeare group was doing a reading.
Some newly observed pandemic phenomena:
- On the median over by the Home Depot a few days ago, I saw a guy begging with a paper cup on a selfie stick. He'd extend his cup to your car window if you waved a bill, I guess.
- On the street where we live - on which my window faces - an Amazon Prime truck, grey with the Amazon smile logo, stopped and put on its blinkers. Soon a second, identical, truck stopped right behind it in the parking lane. The two drivers, both African-American women, got out, and the front one went to talk to the back one. Then she opened up the back of her van and took out a big yellow Tyvek sack - packages, I suppose - and a green Tyvek sack as well, and there was some switching around. After a while, the front truck drove off. After another short while, yet a third Amazon Prime truck drove up next to Truck #2, and they had a short gam, while Truck #3 sat in the travel lane. Then they both drove off.
I found this mysterious and alluring.
- I really, really miss frozen yogurt from the frozen yogurt store, mostly because I can't have any.
- We've got five bags of stuff to go to the Goodwill store but I've been assuming that they are not taking donations. It appears I am wrong, so these bags will go out this weekend.
- Meanwhile, our president, who is a terrible person and an ignoramus, suggested that we might be able to conquer coronavirus by ingesting disinfectant, which shows that he has as much understanding of infection and disease as a not-too-bright sixth grader.
Not having to do with the pandemic, I think, but this afternoon I said to Toby, "Hey I had a funny dream that I found a back scratcher with some souvenir writing on it and I gave it to you."
"You did give it to me." He reached over and found the Cape Cod back scratcher on his book pile. "You found it when you cleaned out your drawer."
Should I be concerned that I no longer seem to know the difference between dreams and waking?
One thing I did was go out with clippers and cut the flowers offered me by my second-best lilac, Lil Rascal. These don't smell as great; in fact, I'm not completely sure she is a lilac, but probably she is, because she looks much like Miss Kim, who came with a plastic tag that identified her as a miniature lilac.
Honora came in last night while I was still in the guest room and we experimented with downloading my file of laptop backgrounds to use as Zoom backgrounds:
I worked from 12-2, then quick lunch, then 2:30 to 5:30, then had a Zoom Happy Hour with my brothers and my sister-in-law Karen:
Toby participated but then left to sit on the other couch because he was overwhelmed by the shouting. Karen is Like Us, but Toby is Not Like Us, which is why I like him.
Dinner was Toby's specialty (so I say), bacon and onion smothered pork chops. He made this once a few months ago and I was OH BABy. Honora ate eggs upstairs, where her Shakespeare group was doing a reading.
Some newly observed pandemic phenomena:
- On the median over by the Home Depot a few days ago, I saw a guy begging with a paper cup on a selfie stick. He'd extend his cup to your car window if you waved a bill, I guess.
- On the street where we live - on which my window faces - an Amazon Prime truck, grey with the Amazon smile logo, stopped and put on its blinkers. Soon a second, identical, truck stopped right behind it in the parking lane. The two drivers, both African-American women, got out, and the front one went to talk to the back one. Then she opened up the back of her van and took out a big yellow Tyvek sack - packages, I suppose - and a green Tyvek sack as well, and there was some switching around. After a while, the front truck drove off. After another short while, yet a third Amazon Prime truck drove up next to Truck #2, and they had a short gam, while Truck #3 sat in the travel lane. Then they both drove off.
I found this mysterious and alluring.
- I really, really miss frozen yogurt from the frozen yogurt store, mostly because I can't have any.
- We've got five bags of stuff to go to the Goodwill store but I've been assuming that they are not taking donations. It appears I am wrong, so these bags will go out this weekend.
- Meanwhile, our president, who is a terrible person and an ignoramus, suggested that we might be able to conquer coronavirus by ingesting disinfectant, which shows that he has as much understanding of infection and disease as a not-too-bright sixth grader.
Not having to do with the pandemic, I think, but this afternoon I said to Toby, "Hey I had a funny dream that I found a back scratcher with some souvenir writing on it and I gave it to you."
"You did give it to me." He reached over and found the Cape Cod back scratcher on his book pile. "You found it when you cleaned out your drawer."
Should I be concerned that I no longer seem to know the difference between dreams and waking?