Friday, May 1, 2020

Things get easier as we go along

Home bound is not so bad.

Our bishops told us today that we are shut down for church until after May 20, if not longer.

Zoom and Facebook is working for church nicely.

I haven't put gas in my car fr over two weeks! How weird is that?

But every day gets easier to be confined.

I go for groceries once or twice a week. And wine, of course.

I went to have blood drawn for a 'virtual' visit with a doctor next week. Very odd. One person in front of me signing in. I signed in, with a glove and went to sit in one of the 5 chairs in Quest Diagnostics. Usually there are a dozen people waiting. The woman I came in behind was called, by the one technician who seemed to be in the place. And I was called before the man who came in behind me had signed in.

Bern and I watched two episodes of "Afterlife" tonight. Really funny. I recommend it .

Three books came from Amazon, so I have something to read. I reread books from long ago and realize I don't remember much from books I read from long ago.

I talked to Mejol on the phone for 40 minutes.

Bern made a great fried meal--cod, squash and onion rings and slaw. Delicious. I kept eating after I was full.

I miss seeing and interacting with people--especially our kids and grand-daughters.

But other than that, it's not so bad.

It seems to get easier as we go along.

Strange, isn't it?

Wash your hands. Stay well.



Thursday, April 30, 2020

I have a friend who knew Dr. Fauci in high school

My friend, Michael Delia, went to the same high school in Brooklyn with Dr. Fauci.

Fauci was a few grades above Mike, but he knew him because--get this--Fauci was the captain of the high school basketball team!

Anthony Fauci, that guy towered over by every one--even the women--on the podium for the briefings, was 'captain' of the basketball team in high school....

A leader of others even then.

I wish he and Dr. Birx (what last names they have!) were the only people who told us what was going on with the virus.

I truly wish that.

For all our well being.

Basketball--for goodness sake's!


Bern makes banana bread--the president makes no sense

Bern makes banana bread. As soon as a loaf is gone, she makes another.

It is really good. It has nuts and chocolate bits and pear in it.

I've not looked at the recipe, but she makes it in the clean glass loaf pan the last one came in.

I'm interested to see if and when she stops. She is a serial eater. She eats something every day for weeks and then stops.

This banana bread has gone on for several months--longer than most things.

We'll see.

The President, on the other hand, makes no sense.

He and henchman Jared continue to tell us what a 'great job' they've done as over a million are sick and 60,000 are dead.

He continues to push 're-opening' the country while every public health expert says 'slow down, not so fast."

Plus, he said today that he has 'evidence' that C-19 came from a Chinese lab! But he can't 'share the details'!!!!

He says Biden needs to address the sexual harassment charges against him. Does he forget who he is--the guy who paid off porn stars and mistresses right and left?

Bern's banana bread is infinitely better that what the President makes: 'no sense'.

How many lies can one man tell?

Hard to say....


Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Different stokes for different folks

Bern and I have different strategies for dealing with isolation.

She plays solitaire on line. I play hearts.

She watches TV series on Netflix (today she's watched 6 episodes of an Australian show call Quirk in which dead people rise from their graves, not as zombies, but as who they were, from all periods of history).

I watch news videos on line.

She works in the yard on warmer days--not many this April.

I look at you tube videos.

She goes on line with zoom with her women's group.

I do church on line with zoom and face book live.

We do both cook and read books. But I read mysteries and she reads zombie books. (She's a zombie fan--watches zombies on TV...I don't like zombie shows.)

She goes to bed early--9 or 10 and wakes up at 7 a.m..

I go to bed late--11 or later and wake up at 9 or so.

She feeds and takes Bridget out after breakfast. I feed Brigit dinner and take her out the last two times each day.

But we are both doing well, doing our own things.

We spend time together every day, but not that much.

But all this was like that before the pandemic.

We're just doing what we do.

And it works for us.

Hope you find the rhythm  that works for you in these confusing times. We need a rhythm that keeps us sane and safe.


Tuesday, April 28, 2020

OK, I beat up on the President

Today I want to beat up on the Vice-President.

Mike Pence went to the Mayo Clinic today (THE MAYO F-ing CLINIC!!!) and ignored their rule that everybody (I mean EVERYBODY!!) must wear a mask.

Everybody, I guess, except the Vice President.

His explanation was he is tested regularly and is always negative.

That's not the point.

He was in parts of the hospital with C-19 virus and he didn't have on a mask! The patients did, and every medical staff person and everybody in the whole hospital besides him.

He was risking 'getting infected' by not wearing a mask.

And he was being an A-hole.

I guess he was showing off for his boss, who said, after saying everyone should wear a mask, he wouldn't.

Risking getting the virus to mimic his boss.

Pathetic.

And why are all those demonstrators against the 'stay at home' orders in several states not wearing masks (most of them)? Because their President and Vice-President lead by example....

As the President says. "Sad...."


Somethiing I've noticed

The pandemic is much, much worse for many, many people than for me. I'm not in health care or police and fire or grocery workers. They put their life in danger every day. I don't.

And I don't yet know anyone with the virus or who has died though one out of 330 people in the US have it and between 5 and 6 percent of them have died. A tragic loss of life I could without fear of contradiction blame on our President.

Today a Connecticut Public Radio host, Colin McEnroe, played an old show from three years ago where he and various experts and news people discussed how the current administration were dismantling the pandemic preparedness of the country. Three years ago, we should have known we weren't going to be ready for C-19.

(In fact, those last two paragraphs illustrate something I've noticed--I'm very scatter-brained these days. And rather than get on with telling you that, I do statistics and CPR.)

I had to remind myself three or four times to take out the trash because tomorrow is trash and recycle day in Cheshire. I even got the bags out to replace the full ones and came downstairs an hour later and noticed them--and that I had forgotten to do it when I took them out!

Also, I'll go on line to watch the news and end up playing Hearts instead.

Or, I'll go on line to read my emails and end up watching news videos instead.

Or, I'll go on line to write this post and end up watching Youtube instead.

Scatter-brained.

Can't do three things in the logical succession.

Now, before you tell me, "Jim, you're always like that!" Let me tell you I know. But my natural disconnected state has increased during this crisis.

I'm not anxious or worried (which is normal for me) but my tendency (which I admit) to not do things in the right order has increased 4 fold.

Like just after I typed "4 fold", I stopped typing to wonder if there was something else I should be doing instead of this!

Really.

That's my only symptom of 'cabin fever', as He Who Will Not Be Named has called the results of the isolation of staying where you are.

I'm lucky.

But scatter-brained....


Sunday, April 26, 2020

I realized something today

On 'virtual church' today, Bryan Spinks preached and I realized how much I missed hearing other peoples' sermons. I really hadn't realized it until today.

I was at St. John's in Waterbury for 21 years. I always had an assistant and at least one seminarian and they all, of course, wanted to preach. So I heard a dozen or more sermons in the 48 Sundays each year (I always took a month off for vacation and didn't go to church!)

But since I retired, almost 8 years ago, I preach every Sunday a bishop isn't visiting--which is only every 3 years or so.

Hearing Brian made me remember I enjoy other people's take on 'the word'.

And I never second-guess them or think "I would have done this differently"--I just listen and take in their wisdom.

That's a good realization I think.

I really do.


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