Here we are again. Every day this week I’ve woken up wondering what day it is now that Alex is finished school. I work seven days a week, so there’s nothing different in my life. Except Alex’s baseball on Thursday nights, so yay! We have something to do today! I’ll take pictures.
I’m still not going a lot of places. I actually went to the mall last week for the first time in over a year. Stores have moved! I was a bit lost, actually. I think the only place I’ve been to with any regularity other than the grocery store once a week is Best Buy to get computers fixed. *shakes fist at computers*
I copied this post from the one I posted exactly two years ago, just so I’d keep the title consistent. But I kept this little nugget, written Tuesday, June 30, 2020:
This plague seriously needs to be over already.
Little did I know…
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If you’re like me and have no idea what day of the week it is, why don’t you write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post? If you do, you can drop your link in the comments below.
Photo: My red “I got my COVID-19 shot!” sticker sitting on the keyboard of my laptop.
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We’re going back into lockdown on December 26th, but at least we have lights.
Photo: A gazebo with a red roof, decorated with blue, red, and white lights at the edge of the water. The reflection is almost perfect.
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First thing to do after you sanitize your hands: go straight to the produce bags and open as many of those suckers as you need while your fingers are still damp.
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Unlike SoCS, this is not a prompt so there’s no need to stick to the same “theme.”
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When you look down to pack your groceries at the store, do you open your mouth so wide you almost unhinge your jaw in order to keep your mask out of your eyes?
Just me?
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There are, arguably, pros and cons to just about everything, if not absolutely everything. It’s like a yin/yang sort of deal.
The biggest pros and cons I’ve had to deal with lately–meaning the ones I’ve had to deal with most often–are things like whether to get up at the crack of dawn to take Alex for a walk or get another hour of sleep. Walk pros=getting exercise while it’s not too humid to breathe, walk cons=sleep is good.
I do realize I’m writing this at 1:18am, so “sleep is good” and knowing what’s good for me are obviously on the opposite end of the spectrum. I think it’s going to rain in the morning though, so I should be able to sleep in.
(Photo: A recent photo of a crack-of-dawn walk – sunlight shining through the branches of a maple tree.)
Conundrum #2, the pros and cons of eating crackers vs ice cream. Cracker pros=better for me, cracker cons=they’re not as delicious as ice cream and they don’t relieve my heart burn.
But it all comes back to the exercise and what I can afford to eat.
Conclusion: food is life.
The most important set of pros and cons weighing on me at the moment–me and all the other parents in the world–are those surrounding school.
Pros for Alex=much-needed learning in a place where he can concentrate and be taught in his own language: ASL. And having him at school will mean I’ll have a break–the first since March 12th.
Cons=the risk, however slight, of catching Covid-19. With his heart condition, it’s too much to risk. Even though we’ve had one case in our area since May, when we had four cases. His classes normally have a capacity of five students, maximum. The country currently has fewer than 5,000 active cases. And it’s a big country. But all it takes is one person driving through …
I may be paranoid, but I don’t think I can bring myself to send him.
Alex and I both slept in past the point of decent outside, so no walk today. I think we both needed the rest more. He’ll be bouncing off the walls later, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. I need to get a new power pack for the Wii Balance Board. The cord broke on the old one, and I didn’t keep the original door for the batteries, so they won’t stay in. Maybe I’ll work on getting one of those today.
My biggest day-of-the-week challenge lately is being convinced every day is Sunday. I’m constantly surprised, sometimes even multiple times a day, to find out it’s not Sunday.
Would it be confusing to change the title of these posts from What Day is it Anyway? to What Day of the Week is This Sunday?
Yeah, no. I’ll keep it as is.
Video: Winston, my beagle/Basset cross, sleepily wagging his tail while laying on the couch, his head on a Winnie the Pooh pillow.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
I started the day once again with a stroll around the block with Alex. We only went out for about 40 minutes: we were back home by 7am. And here I was thinking the lack of summer camp would mean I could sleep in. HA! It’s great to get the exercise in when we can, though. Tomorrow it’s supposed to be 30C (88F) by 8am, so no walk tomorrow.
At 11:00 I went to Best Buy to get Alex’s laptop fixed. The frame around the screen is coming off. It’s under warranty, so no problem with cost. But I had to wait outside in the sun for 30 minutes to get in. The man behind me was yelling at the poor girl at the door because more people were coming out than going in. They were only allowing 10 customers inside at once. The first time he complained that five people had come out but she’d only let one in, she told him thanks for letting her know. After that, she ignored him for the most part. The sixth person who came out–a woman with tattoos who was taking no shit–told him she had waited patiently for her turn when he told her it was okay for her to talk, she’d already been into the store. I felt so sorry for the girl at the door.
When I got to the front of the line and told her I was just there for the Geek Squad, she had to put me into another line, facing the one I’d been in, so facing the man who’d been behind me. He actually apologized to her, saying he understood but it was hot outside. Which was fine, until someone else came out of the store and she didn’t let him in right away. Of course, he started complaining again. I hope she did it on purpose.
I thanked her on the way out of the store. The crap people have to put up with from the entitled will never cease to boggle my mind.
My best friend, John, showed up as I got home to install another air conditioning unit in my upstairs bathroom window. That will make it nicer for sleeping. But to solve my issue of not being able to brain in the heat while trying to work, I emptied out my spare bedroom and cleaned off the desk so I can work downstairs. The room is on the north- and west-facing corner of the house and is surrounded by trees, so it’s nice and cool in here. I’m sitting on a broken office chair, but the seat is fine. I planned to try to keep this space wi-fi free, but I’ve broken that rule already writing this. AFTER this, though, no more wi-fi. I swear.
A week ago, I couldn’t even get into the room. It was (and still is, to an extent) the junk drawer of rooms. The bed is full of bags of my mother’s belongings that I moved out of the retirement home. Which might be just as well. I’m not tempted to lay down for a nap … That crack of dawn walk was a bit much.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
Alex dragged me out of bed at 7:20 again to go for a walk before it got hot. There’s no end in sight to this heat wave we’re having, so I suspect we’ll have a few of these early mornings. Time to start putting some real effort into going to bed before 2am.
I haven’t forgotten the Escapist Coloring Club. I also haven’t coloured much of my page, so I’ll try to get a bit more done before I write the July 1st post. Stay tuned.
Thanks very much for all the good wishes yesterday for my mother’s transition to the nursing home. The trip over there went well, though she was confused, understandably. She’s still walking okay, and she recognized me even with my mask on. She asked about a cigarette when we arrived at the new place–she was probably tipped off by the no-smoking sign at the front of the building. Hopefully now that she’s inside she’ll forget again.
I got a call from the nursing staff yesterday afternoon to say she’d been a busy girl. They were having a hard time keeping her in her room. To remind her, they put a gate up. Regression at its best.
She was apparently doing okay until the sun went down. She called me last night in a tizzy, asking to get out of there so she could look after the baby (me) and the dogs (who died back in the 80s), and to go home. I didn’t ask where home was, but she was probably referring to the house she moved out of in 2001, where I grew up.
Everything she owns that went with her yesterday was in quarantine for 24 hours, so she had nothing, nowhere, and no one she recognized. Last I heard, they were going to give her a sleeping pill.
Getting old really sucks.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
I really need to start writing these posts again. I’m sooo lost now that “school” is finished. Not that school had much to do with my life, but I at least had an inkling of when the weekends were.
Alex and I have already been for a walk this morning. Even though the temperature was decent and there was a breeze, for a while I wondered if he’d make it home. The humidity really messes with his breathing. He was gasping for air by the time we made it home. He had to sit in the kitchen beside the window AC unit for half an hour to catch his breath.
In a few minutes I’m off to pick up my mother to take her to the nursing home, finally. I haven’t seen her since the beginning of March, a week before she went into hospital for a pacemaker. She’s being released from the hospital’s care today, though she hasn’t been there physically for a while.
The crazy thing is she had to have a Covid test on Sunday, then she has 24 hours to move into the nursing home after the negative result. But I’m allowed to transport her. It makes no sense. What if I was sick? One way or another, the hardest part is going to be not hugging her. I’d never live with myself if I did somehow have it and didn’t know it, and I caused an outbreak in the home. They’re isolating her for 14 days just in case, but still.
This plague seriously needs to be over already.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
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