Susan Dennis (susandennis) wrote,
Susan Dennis


Saturday morning nap wrapped in an afghan on the couch with favorite toy. Name one thing better.


That was an hour ago. Now he's playing Run From Room To Room At Top Speed For No Good Reason. Pretty soon he'll switch to Scramble The Mats On The Floor Of The Bathroom. All in a day's work.

Yesterday was very busy and I still did not get my short list of todo's done and today it's even longer. Busy busy busy.

Plus, christopher575 just added me a new one. His most recent entry talks about hints for the kitchen. In his nice, long, list is to set up a kitchen email address. When you see an interesting recipe, send it to the kitchen! How genius is that???

I see great recipes all the time. If they are Great, I print them out. Yes, literally. If they are only great, I make a note in Google Keep. Consequently, I have a drawer of paper I never look at and a batch of keep notes that get lost. A perfectly horrible system.

Until today. I pulled an old Samsung tablet out from the cupboard. It is now the Kitchen Tablet. I set it up with my old Outlook (formerly hotmail) which I have made sure is always current in case Google turns on me or for some reason locks me out of gmail. (I have with unlimited email addresses but Outlook is there and ready.)

I will start with OneDishKitchen.Com - that's what's printed out in the drawer now. OH! And I'll get a drawer back!!

I haven't watched this week's Bake Off. I haven't watched the West Wing reunion. I am just woefully behind. I did watch (gameday) and listened to the stupid Tampa Bay Rays hand those evil Astros another win yesterday. I think that may have been my last game of this season. I just don't have time for such bullshit.

We have more and more COVID around here. We found out yesterday that the largest hospital in town has had an outbreak and one patient who caught it in the hospital has died. I've thought a lot about the virus, particularly recently. At my age, I'm expecting death. Maybe not soon but, hey, if I drop dead this afternoon, I could not be classified as going before my time. I'm cool with it. I've had a fabulous life. And I decided a long time ago that living as long as possible was not for me. I do very little to ensure I'll live til I'm 100.

But, I'm getting more and more fearful of catching this stupid virus. I leave the house once every two weeks for a couple of hours. Fully masked. I leave the inside of my unit maybe once a day to go to the dumpsters or mailbox. Fully masked and often seeing no one, punching elevator buttons with my key.

No way would I consider eating inside a restaurant. I talk myself out of take out most of the time. I think if I really, truly, wanted something that required my taking a risk. If the bridge was not closed and I could easily get to my old gym, I would seriously consider swimming again. I'm not entirely sure I would, but I'd at least give it a healthy debate.

I've had people - the shower guys - in here and the house cleaner. But, I really want my bed moved 5 inches and I keep thinking I'll hire someone to do it and then don't because of the virus.

I do not really understand why it has me freaked. Especially now. I talked to my brother about it yesterday and he's very calm on the whole thing. I spent some time seeing if I could adopt his take on it, but, nope. So weird.

Oh well. The outside world does not need me. And I just got a $78 credit on Netflix. I bought a Google TV Chromecast for $100 that came with six months of Netflix credit. I'm not unhappy with this deal.

And, I did get my ballot. I want to get it all filled out and mailed today.

Busy busy busy. But, first, that glorious shower!
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Covid is the Monster Under The Bed™. The media is playing that for all they are worth, and instead of Science, which would deliver a way to detect the actual virus, the "experts" are using statistics.

WHO and CDC have reversed their positions on masks and distancing several times.

And They have been hammering us with the statistic that our age and your COPD make us already dead.

So of course you're freaking out.

Trouble is there really is a monster. It's not under your bed, but we have been given no way to tell where it actually is. Or whether we are immune to it. Like the way you may not have caught all the childhood diseases.

Until they give us a Covid detector tricorder, IMHO your best bet is to stay paranoid, stay safe. You may not care if you die, but most of us do.
awww thank you
I'm avoiding the virus like the ... well, the plague!

It's one thing thinking "If I die tomorrow I've had a great life" but quite another knowing as you lie there in the hospital that if you had not touched that door handle and then scratched your nose that you wouldn't be checking out QUITE so early.

Carry on playing safe is my plan.
Yes. Exactly.
Coming to this late but, in addition to what others have said, it's not just the death rate. I know way too many people who are stupidly confident because they're not likely to die. They're ignoring that a) the process of surviving COVID or dying of it sounds utterly miserable and b) if you survive it, you get to enjoy the misery longer - how much longer varies with your luck - and oh yes, may be left with permanent disabilities caused by the COVID.

It doesn't just kill. It also destroys quality of life for some of the folks it doesn't kill (and for that matter, the ones it does, before actually killing them).
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