Sheltering in Place – Day 19

Remember those extra rolls of TP I accidentally ordered a few weeks back? Not only did we supply neighbors with some, but today we drove the 55 miles up to San Francisco to bring hubby’s 95-year-old mother and her caregiver/granddaughter (our niece) 10 rolls. Right now in SF you cannot get TP for love nor money. We added a small vase of fresh flowers and a homemade card, so grandmama would feel lifted. Our beautiful niece, in turn, gave us a can of worth-its-weight-in-gold Lysol Spray, plus some non-perishable snacks, seltzer water, and fruit. Yes, we have no bananas. Oh, wait, we do have bananas. Five of them. And an apple. And two oranges.   After exchanging boxes and chatting for about five minutes, they sitting on the stoop and us standing on the sidewalk, we drove the 55 miles back home. Even though we did our social distancing routine and it was a long time traveling for such a short visit, it was lovely, simply lovely. And absolutely worth it.

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Sheltering in Place – Day 17

I was glad I was a writer today. Or am a writer. Today, instead of dealing with the latest same ol’, same ol’ ONLY WORSE news of COVID 19, I got to do a car chase over Highway 92, wind up at Pellegrino’s Christmas Tree Farm (made-up) with Lee and Gurn (my protagonist and her hubby), who manage to sabotage the getaway helicopter of the villains. And remember, because I write cozies, there may be dastardly deeds afoot and villainy abounding, but things are always set right in the end. Yes, it may have only been in my mind but it was very real to me at the time. I zipped over 92, heading west with the early morning sun coming up on a glorious day in a glorious part of the world. Ah, the joys of the light-hearted mystery and the writing of them. And, of course, I had to do research on fuel for a helicopter (there are two kinds, depending on the engine), if the windshield could be penetrated by a bullet (yes), and how those blades that go round and round and take it up and away do it (too detailed to mention). Today my life was in the building, maintenance, and aerodynamics of a helicopter. Of course, I would have to come back to reality now and then to feed the cat, hubby, make the bed, disinfect anything that came into the house, go for a short walk and make dinner. But still, parts of my day were absolutely marvelous. I may be a crazy writer, but I LOVE what I do for a living. Even when I don’t make much of a living at it. Which comes and goes like the tide. But then, I never became a writer because of the money. It…

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Sheltering in Place – Day 16

I’m cranky. I admit it. But I think we’re all on edge. I’m going to try to be a little kinder to anyone I see, as long as they don’t step into my six-foot social distancing space or cough on me. If they do, however, look out, buster. So here’s a little distraction. Nothing like a little humor, right? So here’s a little Battle of the Sexes humor with no bad language or putting down of either men or women. Actually, both get a little fun jolt. But it’s also a reminder for those of us who have been fortunate enough to share their lives with another person for a little while, how funny we can be. Anyway, if you ‘ve seen this comic before, Fred Klett, he’s still funny the second and third time around.  

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Sheltering in Place – Day 14

We can relate, even though it’s only day 14. From the Funny Cat Diary Secret Cat Diary DAY 752 — My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant. DAY 761 — Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair … must try this on their bed. DAY 762 — Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night. DAY 765 — Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was … Hmmm. Not working according to plan. DAY 768 — I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called “shampoo.” What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth. DAY 771 — There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of…

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Sheltering in Place – Day 12

      Today I’m having a Singalong with “Night and Day” the song from The Gay Divorcee, a timeless classic with singing, dancing, and fun. Created waaaay back in 1934, it starred Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. Just skip through those pesky ads. This is so worth it. Of course, I have written some new words, which I feel are a little bit more timely.     Remember to sing as loudly as you can to drown out Fred’s words with your own. I’m sure your voice is better, anyway.

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Sheltering in Place – Day 10

Having been sent to my room by the world’s goings-on, I find myself trying to control more and more of my little, teeny-weeny life and everything in it. I make sure Norman is wearing his mask and gloves before he goes out. And that he carries his hand sanitizer. And that he peels his gloves off when he returns home and washes his hands. And then I disinfect the doorknobs and anything else he touches on his way to the sink. Yesterday I made the pronouncement that I would take his car to the gas station and I would put gas in it because I had just done it for my car. It was such a nerve-wracking experience, such an exacting big deal i.e., sanitizing the gas pump, hose, car door, steering wheel, and so forth, and in such a precise order, I don’t think he could do it. Really? And when did he become such an idiot? Maybe he didn’t. Whoops! Maybe I am the idiot. And I have also become obnoxious. Even though Norman would never say so because he likes living. But just ask Ellie, my cat. She is so tired of me hanging around, grabbing her, smooching on her when she’s half-asleep, and following her every move. I am doing this because I am anxious and bored. This is a dangerous combination. It leads to obnoxiousness. See above. And I would also like to add that I cannot watch The World News with David Muir without a martini in my hand. So  I am also becoming a lush. Can one drink a martini in a hazmat suit? Stay tuned.

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Sheltering in Place – Day 9 or is it 90?

Got up early and went back to my favorite neighborhood grocery store. Armed with mask, sanitizer, and gloves, I went in. Got a few groceries, found out they have no paper products unless you count diapers. I have no need to get creative with paper diapers yet, so I moved on. Besides, I am loaded with paper products mostly by accident, but was thinking of friends. After my own personal experiences, what I’ve seen on TV, and have been reading about regarding the weekend park and recreation visitors, I have come to understand many people have no idea what constitutes a six-foot social distancing. Possibly this is because they have never been put at the end a six-foot pole or met my Cousin Dominic. Now and again people have said about me, “I wouldn’t touch her with a six-foot pole.” Or was it “I wouldn’t cross her with a six-foot pole?” Yeah, that’s it. This is in response to my reaction to people putting spam and pineapple on a pizza.  I mean, really? On a pizza? Would Leonardo da Vinci do something like that? Or Placido Domingo? Have a sense of tradition! Pizza is Italian, not Hawaiian. I certainly wouldn’t put any parmesan cheese in a Mai Tai. Okay, okay. You can see where this is going. Pass me a pole and I will stop ranting about spam or pineapple on a pizza. Live and let live. Eat and let eat. But if you are in doubt as to what the six-foot distancing should be, just think of my cousin Dominic the night after a big Italian festival, maybe St. Joseph’s. He could be found lying on the floor of the vestibule, an empty bottle of chianti nearby.  All six-feet of him, end to end. Who could open the front…

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Sheltering in Place – Day 5

Today is a better day and the sun is shining! Hubby and his doc worked out the dosage of Norm’s meds and not to jump the gun, but it looks like this might do the trick. Eventually, when the CV19 dies down a little, he will probably go in for some tests. But for now, all is well. Discovered the number one reason to wear a facial mask: you can’t touch your face while it’s on. This is a bonus, for sure. Doctor Oz says we touch our faces dozens of times in an hour. If you don’t have a mask, try a bandana as a substitute. It’s supposed to be almost as effective. And this way if you’re in the mood to rob a stagecoach, you’re all set.   Have been writing, which is good. I live in my mind, which has its dangers, but one of the benefits is I don’t have to go anywhere physically to be there mentally. So now I’m in the Alvarez’ digs in Palo Alto about to have Lee grill one of the suspects. I’ve been into Irish Soda Bread as of late, so that will be part of the story, as well as mystery, villains, clothes, and burning buildings. Last night I decided at the last minute to go grocery shopping and arrived about 15 minutes before it closed. I love our little market, New Seasons. It’s off the beaten path and they usually have everything, except hand sanitizer and TP. I have enough sanitizer – besides, it’s really better to wash your hands with soap and water – and we all know the story about Heather and the amount of TP she accidentally bought. I’ve shared 24 rolls with neighbors and still have 43 left. But back to Dr. Oz. Below…

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Sheltering in Place – Day 3

I have become The Accidental Hoarder. I thought I’d order 6 rolls of TP on Amazon but somehow ordered 60. When this huge box arrived, I was shocked! We already had 7 on hand so now the total is 67. I have no idea where to put all these rolls. After all, we do live in a condo. Have let the neighbors know in case they are running low. An I-can’t-believe-this message from Instagramer, Vanessa Hudgens: “Til July sounds like a bunch of bulls**t. I’m sorry,” Vanessa says. “But like, it’s a virus. I get it. Like, I respect it, but at the same time, like, even if everybody gets it… like, yea, people are going to die, which is terrible, but like inevitable. I don’t know, maybe I shouldn’t be doing this right now.” Gee, ya think, Vanessa?   And on another note, getting yet another bottle of vodka for a neighbor while on a shopping run. Seems to be a lot of self-medicating right now. I know I have become extremely fond of my martinis. Hubby has always been attached to his margaritas. Of course, he makes the best in the world, the way the Mexicans do for themselves, which is fresh lime juice, Cointreau, and 1800 tequila. Recipe given on request.     Stay safe. Wash your hands. And read a lot of books. Now is the perfect time!

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Sheltering In Place – Day 2

It was a lovely day today. Birds were singing, flowers blooming, and the San Jose hills were green and gorgeous. We took a walk. Hubby is on a new med and it’s making him tired. I’ve been feeling pretty energetic, so today for the first time in nearly forty years, we were evenly matched in our strides. Watched Rico the Porcupine’s antics on a video from the Cincinnati Zoo. Not only educational but the cutest little guy. Loves dried apricots and banana chips. Me, too. Made Irish Soda Bread this morning. Quite simple to do but delish. Hubby revisited Contract Bridge, although confused by the term “One No Trump.” Too much listening to political news?   Understand some of the grocery stores are opening early for seniors only. That’s a great idea. A lot of seniors are feeling overwhelmed and frightened by all of this. We’ve had no problem getting food from the 4 Seasons Grocery Store nearby, but it’s pretty much off the beaten path. Also, I tend to stock up for earthquake preparedness, so we’re doing all right. On another note, A Wedding to Die For is free on Amazon right now and Death Runs in the Family is only 99 cents. Murder is a Family Business is still $3.99 because, hey, a gal’s gotta eat. If you’re looking for something to read during our hunker-down-period, now might be the time to stock up. Check them out.

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