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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“Sheltering In Place” – Day 1

So here I am with a Type A Personality husband being told we are to Shelter In Place for the next three weeks to help prevent the spread of CV19. In some ways, it has been made easier by the fact that almost every place near and dear to hubby’s heart has been told to close, as well. There’s something about a fait accompli that sort of settles things. And as a musician, he has seen his gigs canceled right and left for a couple of weeks now. Even his gigs at senior and assisted living homes, which he worked hard to acquire, have been put on hold. So he has nothing to do but wait this out. As for me, I am a writer. This hasn’t touched me in the ways it touches many people. I live in my mind. Right now, my latest book, Casting Call for a Corpse, Book seven of the Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries, is nearing the denouement. I am busy, busy, busy dealing with a burning building, rescuing people, cats, and capturing the villains. Naturally, because I write cozies, all’s well that ends well. But still, it’s pretty dramatic stuff. So I am busy and happy. But let’s get back to the Type A Personality husband. First of all, he enjoys living life. He likes eating out, going to plays, walking busy, lively neighborhoods, things like that. Not happening. He’s stuck with me, Ellie the Cat, and Netflix.  As husband and wife, and best friends, we have become tethered inmates. On Day 1 I got the brilliant idea we should learn how to play Contract Bridge online during our incarceration. He was enthusiastic, so we sat down to watch a Youtube lesson. The lesson lasted for, and I timed it, four minutes. Then he…

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Nobody Can Get Into Anything These Days

Forget the old saw: Old People Can’t Get Into Their Food. Now nobody can get into anything. It all started with the Tylenol poisonings back in 1982 and has escalated from there. So crazy people, beware. There is no more ease in ‘tampering’ with stuff. If you want to hide yourself in the corner of a drugstore and do something dastardly to some medicine basking on a nearby shelf, you are going to need a hacksaw and a drill, because nowadays everything is protected, from aspirin to flash drives. I bought some face cream the other day and after ten minutes of struggle even with a pair of scissors, had to ask for brawnier help. It took my husband and me another ten minutes to get into a package of which any instructions were made unreadable by our efforts. We tore, cut, ripped and bit our way to success, but if the manufacturer wanted us to know something in particular about the product, it was lost. Plus all this safety in packaging costs extra $$$. And that extra $$$ is passed along to the consumer. And it gets worse. Long gone are the days when you can take an unopened box or bag of anything with you to the beach, hoping you can just rip it open when needed. You need to make a plan of access. You need tools, brawn, time, and energy. Sure it’s safety. And sure, it resonates of today’s security issues. But boy oh boy, I sure would like to open a bottle of Tylenol without being equipped with tools often used for cracking a safe. Just sayin’.

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