I started off my day with my coffee maker pot somehow in the wrong spot and an entire cup of coffee on the counter and the floor. I really hate it when that happens.
No walk today since it’s getting hot out again. I wouldn’t mind going anyway, but Alex has a hard time breathing in the heat. So we’ll stay home and I’ll try to get some editing work done on my next book.
I’m procrastinating as we speak.
It’s not going well.
Yesterday:
We did manage to get out for a walk yesterday. I found some more painted stones.
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 and I got out for a walk today. Three days in a row now with no rain and no extreme heat! In fact, we needed sweaters. Crazy weather, but that’s Canada for you.
As we walked past the park today, I found some painted rocks.
Love
Peace
There’s a lot of love still to be discovered
What a lovely message of hope they were.
Then for supper, one of the ladies who worked with my son, Chris, at the high school and now works with disabled kids at Alex’s camp and his baseball club contacted me to ask me if it would be okay if her friend dropped off individual meals for Chris and Alex. I said sure! That happened today, making the kids very happy.
On a sad note, they officially canceled Alex’s camp for the summer. Baseball is out too, so it’s going to be a loooong three more months before school (maybe) starts in September.
Yesterday:
Last night, actually, I was late putting Alex to bed. He was in his room with his laptop at 12:05 when he started screaming. I ran in there to see what was wrong: he was pointing at the date. “It’s June 1st!” he signed.
Me: Yeah, it’s after midnight.
Alex: But it’s JUNE!!!
Me: (trying not to laugh) Yes, the date changes after midnight every day.
Alex: My mind is blown!
Apparently no one told him that the date changes before he wakes up in the morning. The little things you don’t think to teach your kids unless they ask …
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.
Sorry I’ve been so scarce ’round here the past few days. They’ve been rough ones. But I’m sure you don’t need me splayin’ my woes on the screen …
I’ve been too tired to stay awake and too restless to go to sleep. Does that make sense? Maybe I need more naps.
We finally got out for a walk today. First time in a week. It’s downright cold tonight after the scorching heat we had on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. It feels good to have cold feet again.
The poppies are growing nicely in the neighbour’s front yard.
I have to get up early and go to the grocery store tomorrow. I think even after all this worry is finished I may stick to going once a week. It’s making me more cautious about what I buy and saving me money, I think, in the long run. Plus, since I go so early in the morning, the only thing I’m craving is coffee, so the impulse buying is at a minimum.
There’s nothing more expensive than going shopping when you’re hungry, after all.
This adaptation of #WDIIA and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is brought to you by both. To join us in the SoCS tradition, click the following link where you’ll find all the instructions and the other participants’ posts in the comments. It’s fun! https://lindaghill.com/2020/05/29/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-30-2020/ Or you can link to this post if you just want to write a What Day is it Anyway? post.
I woke up this morning convinced it was Saturday. Why? I have no idea.
In other news …
Alex and I went through our yearly battle of the fans. Aside from his fear of anyone in masks (Halloween, the school mascot, and even Santa are the worst), he has a fear of ceiling fans. I don’t know if he’s seen one fly off its moorings online or something, but we go through this every time it starts to get hot outside and I want to turn them on for the first time.
I get that he’s scared, and I think he actually gets that it’s irrational–I ask him, “Did it hurt you last year?” “No,” he says–but until I can convince him to just ignore it, he won’t let me leave it on.
So this morning I said fine. If he doesn’t want it on, I’ll take away the floor fan too.
Five minutes.
The ceiling fan is on for yet another summer.
Yesterday:
Yesterday, and today, and tomorrow, and until Saturday it’s going to be the same: work at home. Too hot to go out. High this afternoon, 33C, 40C with the humidity. (That’s 91F and 104F.)
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.
Another weekend bites the dust. Tomorrow? It’ll feel like the weekend.
It’s about to get hot here, so I asked my best friend, John, to come over and put my A/C unit in the kitchen window. My brain doesn’t work in the humidity, so I really need it. That was the second time in two days I saw John, and yesterday was the first time in an age. Hanging out together is one of the casualties of this whole virus thing. Ah well. There’s the phone. He didn’t stay long today.
I went out for a walk by myself this afternoon, since Alex decided he wanted to be lazy.
I hung out with the geese. They don’t care about the virus.
Yesterday:
I sent a frantic text to John that read: Help! We’re trapped inside the house by murder hornets!
Okay, so they might not have been murder hornets, exactly, but I’m convinced they would have done away with me if I’d let them get close enough.
I saw three (count ’em: 3!!) of them through the window in the top of my wooden front door, between that and the screen door. There’s no way to get to the front of my house through the back door without hopping fences. So the only alternative was to be rescued from the outside. Ain’t no way I was opening the front door and letting them in the house.
The excitement never ends.
Anyway, I opened the door a crack and sprayed them, so by the time John got over to my place, they were dead. We still don’t know where they came from, but you can bet your booties I’ll be careful every time I open the door from now on.
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.
Choices aren’t terribly abundant these days. There are few places most of us can choose to go, to buy, to eat … But the choices we do have are important ones. For some of us, they’re life and death.
I don’t want to get on a soapbox.
But there are so many people not taking Covid-19 seriously, and it saddens me greatly. People who think it will never happen to them, or worse, people who think it’s a conspiracy.
Thousands of people went out today in Toronto because the weather was nice.
In a week or two, we’ll be locked down again like it’s March all over again. Not that I’m planning to do anything differently than I am now anyway, but it’s going to suck for people who truly have difficulties with having to stay at home.
And, of course, it’s going to suck even more for those who die or lose someone.
Patience seems to be barely a thing any more. And I get it–no one wants this. No one wants the level of change we’re experiencing. But the less patient we are, the longer it will go on.
This adaptation of #WDIIA and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is brought to you by both. To join us in the SoCS tradition, click the following link where you’ll find all the instructions and the other participants’ posts in the comments. It’s fun! https://lindaghill.com/2020/05/22/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-23-2020/ Or you can link to this post if you just want to write a What Day is it Anyway? post.
Today was Victoria Day in Canada. Did it feel like a holiday? Absolutely not. Although I’ve gotta say, it does feel like a Sunday, because Alex had no hour of school work this morning. Which he usually finishes before I’m out of bed anyway.
I’ve spent most of the day being funny. At least I hope I have, since I’m editing another romantic comedy. I need to get the cover done for it, but I can’t decide on a title. Maybe you can help.
Book 1, Saddled, is about a male stripper who dances in bar called Woody O’Flanagan’s Pub. The stripper’s stage name is Saddle McFleshbomb, which is where I got the title of the book from.
The one I’m working on now is the prequel. It’s about the owner of the bar, Cal O’Flanagan, and it takes place as he’s getting the bar open and ready for business. At the time of this book, the pub is just that–a pub/restaurant–so there’s no stripper name to go with. I want to keep the title to one word. I’ve considered Nibbled and Swallowed, the latter because the romance is about Cal meeting his future wife. She’s in a position where she has to convince someone she’s dating Cal’s brother throughout the book, therefore, someone has to swallow the fake relationship, plus, well, you swallow food and drink at a pub, right?
Thoughts? Is Swallowed too weird for the title of a book? Keep in mind it just may have a shirtless guy on the cover.
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.
Unable to concentrate on doing anything productive today, I listened to a book. It was a good book. The Wives by Tarryn Fisher. Gripping. You should pick it up.
On a completely different note, today is the day I’ve decided 2020 can go to hell.
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.
It’s been … different. The last two days have been, actually, but I’ll start with today. I went for a walk on my own as Alex went from having his coat and shoes on to changing his mind as I was about to walk out the door with him. By the time I got up the street, according to his brother, he was already in his pjs again. So in went my headphones and I spent the next hour and 45 minutes walking snaking my way around the block listening to the book that was due to go back to the library today.
I am so glad I discovered Libby and that I can listen to books from the library on my phone. I’m seriously thinking about having audiobook versions made of my own books.
The rest of my day has been spent mostly working on the aforementioned own books.
Yesterday:
I took Alex to his cardiology appointment in the morning. As I suspected, there has been a slight change in the structure of his heart, necessitating a slight increase in his meds. I was surprised to find that very few people–patients, doctors, techs, or nurses–were wearing masks. Then again, there are no known cases of Covid-19 in Kingston right now, and everyone who enters the building is screened. All of the people sick or suspected of being sick are sent to the other hospital in town.
Alex ended up doing well, with only a little nervousness when he saw the social distancing lines on the floor. It’s the first time he’s been anywhere but home since that part all began. I’m glad I took him, though admittedly, I’ll be watching us both closely for the next two weeks, just in case.
The <sarcasm>best</sarcasm> part of my day came when I got home and found a letter in the mail. The letter itself was dated May 6th, and the post mark on the envelope tells me it was mailed May 8th. What did the letter say? Get this.
Although my name was on the envelope, my mother was the addressee of the letter itself. It said something to the effect of “We’re writing to inform you that we are moving you to [Name of] Retirement Home. This move will happen on May 8th. Signed: The Hospital Administrator.”
I had to talk to someone at the hospital where my mother has been living since March 22nd about another matter, so I called and we discussed that. Before I hung up, I told the woman about this letter I’d received, saying it was odd.
Me: Anyway, I just want to confirm my mother is still there at the hospital.
Her: No, they moved her on Friday.
Me: They what?
Her: They didn’t tell you?
Me: No! I just got the letter today!
Her: …
Me: They moved her five days ago without telling me?
Her: Apparently.
At that point I started laughing at the absurdity of it all.
So yeah. My mother is in yet another retirement home, and half her stuff is still in the first one.
I just can’t with this whole situation anymore.
The good news is my mum seems to be doing well. She was quite chipper when I talked to her on Tuesday … although she had no idea where she was. Turns out I lied to her when I told her I was just up the street from her. She’s halfway across town.
<insert eyeroll>
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.
The effects of not writing a WDIIA post yesterday: waking up this morning and not, for the life of me, being able to figure out what day it was today. That’ll teach me.
I spent most of my yesterday avoiding most things. I wrote an email. … and that’s about it. I don’t know why I have days like those, I just do.
Today was a bit better. I took Alex for a walk and we cleaned out the pantry of the expired boxes, cans, and jars of food. It was a cold but colourful day outside.
Photos depict scenes taken on our walk around the neighbourhood. 1. The first leaves on a maple. 2. Daffodils and red tulips. 3. Potted plants and ceramic bunnies.
I do love this time of year. The extreme cold and extreme heat I can do without, thank you very 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.
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