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Update Day #17

It’s Sunday, and who wants to hear more gloom and doom than is necessary? Not me, that’s for sure, so instead of worrying about what I cannot control, I need to bring my focus back into to me and mine, and things I can control. My environment where I live, what I eat, and how I spend my time, each day.

So yesterday, in between hanging out, playing cards, doing some cleaning, my partner doing a quick sortie to the grocery. I planned a four week menu based on all the tins, packets, and fresh items we have in stock. And realised, that while we have plenty of pork and chicken, plenty of eggs, we were a little deficient on other things. Namely, no beef. No ground beef, no beef pieces, ergo, no chilli, no beef bourguignon, five spice beef ragu, or African beef and peppers.

My partner skipped a whole line in my printed out instructions—yes, they need them detailed otherwise we might only have 1 egg in the fridge, and not a dozen! But, despite my best efforts, it took till this morning for me to realise, with horror, I now have four slots in my meticulously created meal plan of action … because, we have no cow in this house!

All the best laid plans just went out the window and we will now be substituting baked potatoes and or cheese quesadillas instead.

Send help, I’m going to need more peppers.

I’m now researching alternatives, as I have a lot of pasta and rice noodles, and maybe will use quick fry stir veggies dishes, Chinese or Thai style.

And you? How are you coping with meal planning, or are you just winging it by the seat of your pants? Or sneakily, ordering in?

Stay safe out there, people.

Love,
Alex

Update Day #16

I’m sat quietly at my desk with the windows open for the first time in months, feeling the slight chill of our spring air across my feet. Yes, there’s still a nip to it, but hey, what the hell. Other than a couple of trips out onto the balcony for a coffee break, I haven’t really been outside. And even if I want to, which I do, deep down inside, I won’t go out there into the wider world at large. I won’t break quarantine.

So I’ll take my moment of fresh air, where I can, and be grateful I’m still alive, the world is still here, and, in the end, hope the human race will prevail, as it’s always done since we walked out onto the savanna plains millennia ago.

We have managed on so many occasions, as a group, to defy the odds, and only now, again, under this stress and strain, coming together as ONE PEOPLE living across the beautiful green earth, can we hope to prevail again, and beat the odds one more time.

Finger pointing, assigning blame, will do nothing to elevate the sick and dying of this virus that knows no boundaries, nationality, or care what colour your skin is. I hope this is not the dividing factor that cleaves us apart and brings us to our knees, but rather a tragedy that unites us in a common cause and fight for everyone.

I so want to believe in a brighter future where we come together, and create a better world for ourselves, our families, our friends, and down along the chain that is, the human race.

Stay strong, stay positive, stay connect, and be kind in all that you do.

Love,
Alex

Today’s Aside

I’ve lost another 3 pounds in about a week. That brings the total to 28! I am so happy at least one thing seems to be going right. I plan on extra exercise once I hit that magical 30 pound mark. I’m looking at using the emergency stairwell as an exercise tool.

First week, walk up 1 flight a day. Following week, walk up 2. Third week walk up 3. Then. Follow that up with, jogging up 1, then 2, then 3.

Well, you get the picture. I’ll report on the progress.

 

Update Day #15

My partner went out yesterday. They went to do a really quick snatch and grab at our local corner store, within our apartment complex. We’re six interconnected buildings (by tunnels for winter use).

And now? I cannot tell you how many times we’ve washed, showered, and disinfected everywhere, and everything in sight. Yes, including spending a good 20-30 minutes wiping down all the groceries with Lysol disinfectant wipes. All before they came into the apartment. I even sanitised the door handles, front door, trolly, and all kitchen surfaces.

I went to bed exhausted last night. This is not just physically and mentally draining, but emotionally too. We now have enough food (bar perishables) to last 2-3 weeks more before the next recon out!

Even so, we’re both stressed that my partner had to go as here, in our humble province, our infected numbers tripled in a week, from 300+ to over 1000+. Yes, that’s because they are doing more accurate testing, and tests that had been waiting in the queue finally came back positive.

This is because of the lag between people being tested, analysed, and reported on. About a week’s turnaround, which means numbers always seem to jump on an almost 4-5 day cycle.

My partner saw only two other people in the store, other than one person behind a counter, and the person on the till. And one of those people approached my partner and then, the stupidity of it all. Handled a baguette they’d picked up for our lunch. Okay, it was INSIDE a plastic sleeve. But that was it. My partner said they lost it, refused to take the baguette back, and loudly for all to hear, made sure everyone present knew what she’d done. It was sheer panic. Not to embarrass an older probably lonely person, but in an effort to try make her understand the severity of what she had just done.

The worker behind the counter bagged the poor baguette and, I’m guessing, binned it.

It was silly, and under any other circumstance would not have causes such a stir, but in the times we now find ourselves, things reactively got a little out of hand over the simplest of gestures. But this only goes to highlight other larger, more dangerous incidents happening in supermarkets. People defiantly coughing over 35 thousand of dollars worth of fresh fruit and vegetables (US), which all then had to be disposed of.

So I ask you, what would you have done under the circumstances?

Stay safe out there, people.

Update Day #14

TWO WEEKS IN!

Okay, this is really not the kind of banner I ever thought I would be celebrating. I mean, I’m in quarantine for crying out loud. Self distancing still means being able to go outside, but now, our provincial government is begging (upon possibly being fined) for everyone to stay home, stay in (where at all possible) and only venture out now, for essential supplies.

So now it’s no longer Social Distancing … but more like ‘House Arrest’. Okay, I know I’m being dramatic here, but I want to make a point. No, we’re not being given ankle monitors. And no, none of us have done an actual crime. We’re here though, at this point, because people are still refusing to comply with requests to self isolate.

So now?

We’re ALL under house arrest, kids, families, grand parents, singles … except, essential services personnel.

Let me stress this, I’m thankful for the government finally making people stay home. Because, as we all know in the end, it’s all for the best as we try to squish that damn curve into some semblance of a gentle slope for everyone’s sake. So we can stay ahead of becoming the next Italy or, horror of horrors, worse!

Still, last night, watching the news for the first time in days, I wanted to rush out and buy the biggest, most powerful cattle prod on the market, and start herding up the dickheads and idiots with a swift prod up the damn arse!

Maybe then, they’d get the message.

Please, people, heed the warnings, stay inside, stay safe, and look after yourself and your families, and we’ll get through this.

Love,
Alex