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Update Day #25

It’s just coming up for noon, midday here, and I’m already exhausted. We were both up early this morning, what doesn’t help is tossing and turning all night long unable to switch off. Reason? Grocery delivery today. I never realised how such a simple thing could induce such worry in me, till now.

Why? Because of what might be brought into our apartment, unbeknown to either of us, as we unpack and stow every thing away.

So, I was wide awake at 5:30ish going over a decontamination process for our delivery, wondering (a) how to wash it all with soapy water, whether that was feasible. Or use clorex bleach wipes, and if that would make a difference. And (b) if I were over reacting? Which, quite possibly I am.

But …

The numbers have been steadily rising here, in our province. Whereas they’ve started to subside, somewhat, in other provinces, and we’re still being told the worst is yet to come. Which they told us last week, and the week before, which would be over the following, that in turn never happened.

And yet? We’re told our province has the best numbers of people staying at home, and heeding the don’t go out order. But here we are, with well over 5000 infected and almost 200 in ICU.

I know.

I know these are still good numbers compare to most, but my fevered mind at the crack of dawn wasn’t having it. And I was setting up a full-on military style decontam area at the door that even my dear dad would have been proud of, thinking of how I could implement a negative pressure space, and how to process everything.

Needless to say, by the time we both sat down for breakfast, these plans had gone out the window and my partner had talked me off the ledge. So that when the delivery guy did arrive from IGA, with 2 trolleys loads, I had relented to rubber gloves, clorex wipes, and a drying station.

We’ve put our tinned good and packets on 24 hours isolation, in the corner by the door.

And you, how are you coping with deliveries? Going all out crazy mad, or doing little or nothing?

Whatever your choices, stay safe out there, and I hope you don’t get sent ranch dressing instead of miracle whip, or baby laundry detergent instead of cold water wash!


All Quiet on the Eastern Front: Day #24

Today is like no other day has been since the start of the lockdown period, so far. In that, there is nothing, and I mean, nothing open. Well, let me clarify that statement with, no shops or businesses are open. No grocers, no supermarkets, nothing.

The Premier gave leave for everything other than essential services (police, ambulance, hospitals obviously) to close on Sundays for, well, the foreseeable future, in order to give staff at supermarkets, petrol stations, and pharmacies alike, the chance to have a day off and stay home. It’s not like they haven’t earned the chance to rest, given they have probably all been working nonstop for at least 3-4 weeks now.

But, in practise. It’s weird. The silence outside is almost monumental. I mean, you can truly hear nature for possibly the first time in decades! No one is out on the roads driving anywhere, there’s nowhere to go. No one is allowed out even to the park, unless it’s locally (within a half mile/mile radius).

This, THIS was how things were way back when I was a kid in the late 50s early 60s, for me. Sundays were a day off, where people only went out for walks or, to go to church for traditional worship. But now? Even that is no longer happening. No gatherings of more than 5 people and then, everyone has to stay 6 feet apart.

So no church bells tolling at the cardinal times throughout the day here, in what is still a Catholic province.

We’re left to listen to the sparrows chirruping happily in the hedge, or crows gathering in gangs cawing loudly to one another. All probably asking one another where are those weird two-legged creatures that leave out so much garbage for us to rummage through? And, where’s our next free meal coming from?

Instead, like the squirrels, they’re having to return to foraging for themselves to find a meal.

Much like us today. We’re come to the end of many of our supplies. We bought in for what we would hope would be grocery for two weeks, in the prospect of ordering more, online. But to get those groceries delivered meant, we had to do the lottery on slots, and our order may, or may not, arrive sometime Monday.

ANYTIME Monday. Including the middle of the night they warned.

As a consequence of having a 5-day delay in deliver, from when we ordered, we’ve run out of eggs, milk, bread, and all fresh veggies. We do have some in the freezer, and some apples left in a our fruit supply. Beyond that? We’re okay for tins/packages, and meats.

We know now too, that our order isn’t going to last as long as we thought it might, either, given how this last lot of supplies stretched. It’s disconcerting, and I blame myself, mainly, because I forgot I have a second person at home all day, and that person eats a lot more than I do at lunchtime alone.

I need to plan better. Ah, well, food for thought.

And you? How are you coping in your part of the world?

Remember, stay safe out there and keep your distance, everyone.


Sunshine Saturday – Day #23

And I’m taking a break from thinking about anything beyond, what’s to eat, shall I read something, or binge watch TV? And, wow, look, it’s EIGHT whole degrees outside! Spring is finally melting the snow, and any minute, we’re expecting flowers to pop up, and our very own ground hog to amble out of the privacy hedge—or wherever it is he hides—and give the squirrels a hard time rooting for buried nuts.

By the way, what do ground hogs eat? Must Google that.

So breakfast was a huge, fluffy baked Dutch Baby Pancake, check it online, you are going to want to make one of these babies, let me tell you. It was easy to make, and oh so delicious to eat, especially with warmed through blueberries.

Follow up breakfast with a home made latte, of sorts, and Alex was one very happy bunny lounging on the couch. What? How did I make my latte? Plain old instant Nescafe, fill cup only half way with boiling water, and then, using Nespresso frothing machine, make some heated milk/foam, and pour over the top of said coffee.

Who needs Tim Hortons or Starbucks, Chez Alex is open for business.

Lunch was just as tasty… what, you see a pattern emerging here, my post today is…what, all about food? Damn right! Gotta have one day off a week. And what? Oh, lunch, yes, a toasted sesame bagel and triple creme imported French brie that was sublime.

Can’t wait for dinner later, sausage, cheese and omelette wraps and French fries. But of course, as I’m the Chef du Jour, it will taste like heaven!

And you? How’s you Saturday going?

Remember, stay home, stay safe, and create your own little moments of happiness.


Update Day #22

Last year, long before the pandemic was a thing, before China announced it had a problem, we booked a couple of concerts for here, in Québec City at the big sparkly Vidéorton Centre. One was to see Lara Fabian, a Belgian/Canadian singer who, quite frankly, has an even better set of lungs than even Céline Dion does. This woman really knows how to belt out a song, and hit those high notes for any extended period of time. I discovered her a couple of decades ago, not long after moving from the UK to Canada, and love her voice.

We booked never known, of course, like anyone, that these concerts would be cancelled or, in our case—and lucky for us—Lara is rescheduled for June 21, if all goes well. Though, in truth, neither my partner nor I are going to hold our breath that this will all be over sufficiently enough, by then, for this to happen.

But Lara wasn’t our only concert booked. We also love Mika. And had booked to see him in late May. That concert is hanging in limbo, it hasn’t been cancelled, or, as yet, refunded. Nor have they set a new (potential) date for later in the year.

I’m guessing that, in the end, both will be cancelled. Though, we hope they both get rescheduled for 2021. Especially as I think we’re all going to want to be there, dancing in the isles, having a good time and singing along to our favourite songs, “… take it eeeeeeaaaasy…!”

Though, now I think about it, the lyrics for this song are a little prescient at the moment. Go take a look!

While we won’t be able to go join thousands of others, packed into an arena to see our favourites, till maybe next year, it’s gives us something to look forward too. And, in the meantime, I have time to play their music over and over again, till I know all the words to every song they ever recorded.

Maybe I’ll give balcony concerts. What do you think?

Anyway, people, I sincerely hope you have something positive to look forward to, as well.

Take care and stay safe out there.


Update Day #21


Can three weeks be classed as a milestone? I don’t know. But it sure feels like it should be. And what’s even more weird is just how long March felt like. Or, as some bright spark on Twitter said, “March has been the longest decade of my life.” And they’re not wrong, either. Each day seem to stretch into an eternity, each hour a millennia, and each minute moved as if on a geological time scale.

And yet. It’s only been three weeks since my birthday.

That in itself is shocking. And with the potential for this pandemic to go 2, 3, or even 4 months or longer, can you imagine how old everyone is going to feel coming out of this long dark tunnel? We will all be stood there, blinking into the bright light realising we’re still alive, and that it’s still only 2020 and millions might have died or been infect by then?

I can only hope that I can get through this, just as I hope everyone I know and whose lives have intersected and touched mine, get through this. And that by Christmas, we’ll be living in a whole other kinder society, with more understanding and tolerance. But a part of me, the side that’s stuck in shadow today, feels this may be just the start of things to come. And because we didn’t heed the experts back when MERS and SARS hit, we haven’t made enough preparations, haven’t made enough of an effort or begun to realise, this could be the new norm.

Life with yearly pandemics. Our whole way of life abruptly cut short, or curtailed.

That thought scares me more, at this moment in time, than stepping outside right now, because the plausibility let alone the possibility is something we need to take seriously, and now.

Yes, as I think you might have guessed, I’m struggling today, like so many of us. I think I need to take a mental health day today, and go do something indulgent. And you should too.

Take care everyone, and stay safe out there.