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 going to be 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.
Oh, right. I’m supposed to write a post for AtoZ and my own WDIIA thing. In my own defense, it’s been a day. A tiring day. You know the kind.
Alex and I managed to get out for a walk this afternoon. We went past the little library, and the roll of toilet paper was either still there, or someone has been restocking it.
I spent another hour and a half in my mother’s room at the retirement home. Made another small dent in the packing. She has SO much fabric and half-done sewing and quilting projects that I don’t know what to do with. I suppose I should give most of it away, but this is a terrible time to try to do it. The home is going to store the big stuff until the lockdown is finished, so I don’t have to worry about carrying that out of there by myself.
I called the hospital today to try to talk to my mum. The nurse said she’s been very tired all day. She put me through to the room, but my mother didn’t pick up.
I’ll try to do better tomorrow with the blogging thing.
Stay safe and healthy, my friends.
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 going to be 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 day without a walk. But I did get to the grocery store. The only thing they were out of today was large bags of dog food. Oh, and dog treats too–no rawhide or any of that stuff. But that’s okay–even if I’m gaining weight, it doesn’t mean Winston needs to too.
While I was at my mother’s retirement home, standing in the middle of the room with two boxes to pack up years’ worth of stuff, I got a call to say they’re not moving her to the nursing home after all. The province of Ontario decided to close new admissions to all nursing homes, so she’s got to stay put in the hospital for the time being. Which, in a way, is good. She won’t be stuck in isolation in a place she doesn’t recognize at all. At least in the hospital she has a roommate and nurses coming in regularly.
So I made a very small dent in the packing of her room in the two hours I was there.
One thing I found that I’d rather not have?
She had a banana in her coat pocket.
And she hasn’t worn her coat since the 22nd of March.
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 going to be 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.
Again, not much going on except working on my manuscript. I’ll be happy to have my book finished so I have time to go out for long walks again.
However, I’m not going to manage much of anything like that tomorrow–neither editing nor walking–because I have to go clean out my mother’s room at the retirement home. I have until the end of the month. I received an email from the administrator, someone we’ve known for how long? Five, six years? To say any time you want to come by and get her stuff, you can come alone. We’ll have someone help you get the large items out. That was it. No, “We’ll miss your mom,” or “Thanks for all the memories.” No. Get your stuff. They’re reducing her rent by the cost of the extra services like dispensing her pills and doing her laundry, but we’re still paying for all the food she won’t eat for the entire month of April.
So yeah, I have that to do.
She has a placement in a nursing home, so she’ll be leaving the hospital on Friday morning. Which is good since they have Covid-19 patients just down the hall. I just hope they treat her well at this new place. I doubt she’ll be happy, however. She’ll have to be isolated for 14 days. And she won’t understand what’s going on.
Yesterday:
There was no yesterday, but here’s a picture I took last October of the sun setting on over the lake.
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 going to be 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.
Gah! I’m so late again! I spent another day working on my manuscript, and I still haven’t finished it.
Alex and I got out for our first walk in three days, though, so that was nice. Along the way, we passed a little lending library and I just had to stop and take a picture.
Someone left a roll of toilet paper inside. I didn’t notice until I downloaded the picture and expanded it that there’s a stack of Canadian Tire money in there as well. For international friends who aren’t familiar with Canadian Tire, they have their own money. And yes, it’s real money that can be used in the store to buy just about anything except food–they don’t sell food.
What a lovely gesture.
Kindness prevails.
Click to get a close look.
Photo: A lending library with a peaked roof and a window in the door through which you can see plenty of books, a packaged roll of toilet paper, and a stack of Canadian Tire money. The library is painted red, with bricks, to look like the house that it sits in front of.
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 going to be 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.
K. As in the short, very lazy text form of “okay.”
K, today went by quickly. It felt like a Sunday for some reason.
I promised myself I’d edit 100 pages today. I’m at 33–only 67 to go. And I’ve been working on it all day.
K.
I keep seeing memes on Facebook that say don’t beat yourself up over being home all day and not getting loads of stuff accomplished.
Yet, I still feel like I should be beating myself up.
You ever feel that way?
Yesterday:
Last night, my son Chris came out to the living room and asked if I was going to put Alex to bed yet. He does this every night.
I said I would, and I closed all the windows on my laptop right down to the desktop, which had a picture of Sakurai Atsushi on it. Chris asked me if Atsushi was in Japan in the picture, and I said I wasn’t sure. He might have been in Tibet.
Chris: What’s Tibet?
Me: It’s a region in Asia.
Chris: How do you spell it?
Me: T-I-B-E-T.
Chris: Okay, thanks, Mom.
Me: You’re welcome. Now I’m going to put Alex Tibet.
That got a laugh.
It’s the little things that keep you sane.
Sakurai Atsushi – definitely not in Tibet
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 going to be 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.
*sigh* Not much going on today. I’m still in my pajamas, working in my bedroom while Alex sits in the living room watching movies. I’ll try to get him out the door for a walk this afternoon, since we’re supposed to have an absolutely horrid day tomorrow, weather-wise. I’ve been thinking about having dinner delivered, and was going to do it tomorrow, but with driving rain, thunder storms, and 100km/h winds, I ain’t doing that to some poor delivery person.
Yesterday A few days ago:
When Alex and I were out walking, I came across this sign in a window. It was a refreshing change from the usual “We’re closed indefinitely because of Covid-19.”
Photo: A handwritten sign that reads: Notice. We are presently not open because we are closed.
Happy Easter, everyone!
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 going to be 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.
Indeed, I probably use the word “indeed” far too much.
I am, indeed very late posting my #AtoZ/#WDIIA post. For that, I apologize to anyone who’s been waiting for it all day.
But I did get a lot of work done on my book today, so that’s a plus. It was too cold to go out in the car, so Alex decided to cooperate and let me work in my room. We were both proud of him for being mature. 🙂
Winston helped matters greatly by keeping him company.
Yesterday:
It seems I’ll have to write down what I did after my daily posts … I can’t remember again what I did yesterday.
Par for the course. Indeed.
(Note to self: you didn’t do anything but go to sleep after today’s post, so don’t worry about it tomorrow.)
(There. Fixed.)
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 going to be 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.
Home is not just where the heart is, it’s where most of us are. Alex and I have already been for our walk today. He didn’t have much fun because of the wind. I’m not sure if he’s afraid of being blown away, but he doesn’t like it. It snowed this morning; the sudden change from warmish to cold is the reason for the strong breeze.
But the buds of the leaves are beginning to show. I took this photo when I was down by the water the other day. A young willow, getting ready to sprout its leaves.
Yesterday:
Aside from yet another walk and yet another couple of hours in the car editing my novel, I don’t remember much of yesterday.
I took this:
Oh, and I drank half a bottle of wine last night.
That explains a lot.
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 going to be 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 haven’t done much today except get caught up on emails and peruse social media. Alex is still doing his school work through Google Classroom, but he’s not quite as enthusiastic as he was. It’s becoming routine, much like school but without the friends. They’ve set up a weekly get-together for the kids on Zoom, though. It’s an hour long and it’s lovely and quiet, since they all use sign language. For this I am grateful.
The parade of sirens the day before yesterday turned out to be in support of front-line workers at the hospital. According to my neighbour whose daughter is a nurse there, it was an amazing display of gratitude.
And again, I must express my gratitude to the front-line workers in grocery stores, pharmacies, and other places the government has deemed essential. I’m also grateful on their behalf that some of the people who looked down on them are finally seeing them as an important–essential!–part of all our lives.
Yesterday:
I was grateful to my eldest son for looking after Alex while I got out to do some work on my book. Before I went home, I went for a little walk.
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 going to be 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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