When reality sets in
Saturday, November 21, 2020
I took a few days off from giving you glimpses of my daily existence.
There is no more room in my freezer and my storage spaces are stocked. I've had enough of worrying about fighting through possibly germy crowds. I've cooked soups and stuff and stored them away for when I don't feel like preparing a meal.
My town's residents are top-notch at Covid related safety. It's great how polite we've become on our walks. The sidewalks are only on one side of the streets throughout our development and opposing walkers eye each other up as we get closer. Those of us with the look of "years of experience" are usually left to the sidewalk and the younger folk either walk the curb about 10 feet away or even cross the street. I look for my way to the street when I see someone older than me, parents with strollers or dog walkers. I think Fido should stay on the sidewalk areas. Some of us have even used pointing hand signals on approach. Not the typical Jersey one! I save that for when driving.
I've met a young friend and her dog over the past 6 months of walking; Dorothy and Toto. I don't know her name but she's yelled out to me when walking her chubby Shih tzu and tells me her stories in passing. I've met her mom on walks and told her she's raised a good young-un'!
I retreated into my computer for a while, dreaming of getting a travel trailer to explore the country when things improve. Then I got sad because the very thing I wish to escape will get packed into the trailer. DH would bring ALL his scanners and ham radios and would watch TV while I sit outside alone with the sunsets. At least when we fly he is limited to a few radios. Sigh, he's not an outdoor guy anymore. Back in the day he took those 10 mile hikes in the canyons with me or sat out watching stars. No more.
Today is cleaning day. Two bathrooms, a kitchen floor and whatever else I can find that's needing a good scrub.