August 10th, 2020


COVID Diaries - A Walk in the Park

On Saturday Kitty's car needed an oil change, so she took her vehicle and I followed in mine. Rather than have her sit there for an hour, we could get some shopping done. One store had fillet Mignon on sale, so I thought I would try my paw at cooking one. They also had some good prices on fish. We then hit Costco since the car wasn't ready. I commented that things are getting back to normal with no line to get in and every register open to speed people through. Once again the shelves were fully stocked. I made it out spending less than $100. I cooked up the fillet for dinner with mixed results. Kitty loved the "blue rare" that I achieved, but I would have preferred just a little more done. My meat thermometer lied to me. But I did achieve a nice sear.

On Sunday Kitty got us tickets to the Botanic Gardens. We are members, but you have to get tickets for a specific time so that the crowd is spaced out (Far out, man!) It was nice to just walk around. My only complaint was a 2-year old running around with no mask and sneezing all over the place. For dinner I cooked up some pan-seared Ahi tuna with a wasabi glaze. Good stuff.

I had a nice long conversation with my Mom. She is 93 and still driving. I wish she wouldn't, but it's that last little bit of independence that she cherishes. The car had a problem while she was on a run to the bank and she was almost stranded. A good Samaritan helped her out and she managed to get home. I'm hoping it will be an expensive fix and that will be the end of her driving. Even the guy who gave her her driving test told her she was a menace on the road, but he passed her because she followed all of the rules to a "T". While she was bummed that she might lose the car, she was ecstatic that I will be visiting her in November. I have had enough of this quarantine shit and will pay her a visit. Scritch and I have been talking during our CUNT get-togethers that a lot of seniors are probably dying in nursing homes not from the virus but from loneliness and broken hearts. Is it better for them to die alone in bed or with their families? What is the greater risk? My Mom has a caregiver come once a week. There's risk there. Her brother and nephew visit her to help her out from time to time. There's risk there. Sometimes you just have to minimize risk as much as possible, but also still get on with life. Life itself is far from a zero-risk game. So since I have a ton of vacation time that I have to burn before the end of the year, I'll make a long trip to Chicago to either spend time with here there, or perhaps take her on a roadtrip here. Either way it will get her that human contact that she has been missing. I'm also happy to hear that, she herself, is actually thinking about hiring someone to spend more time with her. It's sub-optimal during these times, but it could be a short-term placeholder until my retirement in just over a year. More on that in a few days.