Katie, sans Alex as he is with his father, is in Victoria with the grands. Paul is out of quarantine which effectively was the kids telling him he couldn’t live with them for fourteen days if he was going to the US for visits. He’s doing quite well, we went for a socially distant walk yesterday; I’m not wearing shields any more, I’m back to face masks.
After weeks of people wearing masks, Paul and I were the only people walking around in the 12th Avenue School park wearing face protection yesterday.
Oh Jeff, I heard people banging metal super hard on the roof of the Catholic High School while we were walking around yesterday… maybe they’re fixing the THEM! ant noise coming from the roof of the school.
IT’S A STRIDULATING SOUND OF GREAT EAR PENETRATION so we’ll be glad when they fix it.
Statue of a Selkie from the Faroe Islands
I had an idea to do an interleaved poem with Ginsberg’s Howl but that’s just fossilized hipsterism. Fanfic is coming along nicely, I came up with a helpful idea and I’m just fleshing it out.
also…. good news from the USSC
I am very happy that I’m home, but it’s also lovely to have FOOOOOOODICLES and treeeeeeaaaticles.
Walmart was a ghastly ordeal but I didn’t have another place to go for the stuff I needed.
My Vancouver Aquarium masks arrived (including one for Alex) but paypal refunded my money. I’ve now sent two emails to the address associated with the purchase but Pauline, whoever the fuck she is or isn’t, was only prepared to give me a website address WITH NO CUSTOMER SERVICE EMAIL.
at 5 am I walked the face shields over to Planet Bachelor and briefly saw our grandson (Paul got up to take a leak while I was there staggering across the eye like a zombie in the background, grunting at my greeting) and Katie, who gave me the joy of her company for a brief moment, and a lift home. Raining off and on all day.
Around 10 am Jeff and I trekked out and committed 6 WHOLE ERRANDS – me in medical mask and face shield, Jeff in his homemade mask; Shoppers Drug Mart, The eyecare place, Kin’s Farm Market, the bank machine in the Colonial City Mall, gas and treats at the 7-11. We parted ways to increase efficiency and achieved our goals in very smart order, retreating to the joys of Time Team and New Tricks, among other TV offerings, and things like laundry and dishes and making a lovely fresh salad and bringing new guys up to speed on the old server, for the rest of day. Cold chicken sliced over salad with a side of fresh corn on the cob for dinner.
It was a productive day, and the anxiety level in the house is way down.
I know that it is ludicrous that I feel safer walking around with a facemask but I really do. I’m shedding 95 percent less crap when I do, and I’m definitely less of a danger to the people around me, even if they look appalled and give me a wide berth as I pass. I’m going to double up whenever I go out now.
@gennycat on instagram, ella a fait ça
from Ed Yong’s article this week in The Atlantic