After coming home from the office on Friday afternoon, I have not left the house all weekend. Except for the weirdness of not going to Mass, it wasn't all that different from many other cold weather weekends in the past few months.
As I habitually work to get errands done during the week to avoid crowded places on the weekend, I am very easily contained. But there is also a weirdness in knowing that going out could expose me to the virus and that could be very bad, even deadly. The boogie virus is out there.
The news coverage is a whole other virus. It is horrifying to hear the statistics and see the scenes in Italy, plus to comprehend the potential of our hot spots turning into that. Scary, scary, scary, but it has to be to get people on board with social distancing and staying home. Those college spring-breakers swamping the beaches in Florida were not watching the news to become informed about all this, plus the lack of medical protection supplies and equipment to save lives. Thankfully, they had a highly intelligent spokesman who told the country that he didn't give a shit about the virus or anyone else because he was there to PARTY!
A charming fellow who provided such a proud moment for his parents.
Dan and Carlene are doing fine, according to Dan. At the children's hospital, they are not seeing the cases that the adult hospital is handling, but they are exposed to patients and parents that could be infected. For my comfort, Dan has a little too much of the cavalier attitude of Spring Break Dude: that their age group does not make them vulnerable. All I can do is worry and hope they are taking every precaution.
When I left the office on Friday, the plan was for me to work in the office tomorrow, although if I felt strongly about it, I could work from home because I am over 60. Yes, I could play the senior citizen age card! Many other coworkers (of all ages) had already started working remotely as of last Friday, making the population in the building sparse. My boss's preference was for me or the other support person to work in the office if possible, so I was going to take the first turn tomorrow. Today, Bossie emailed us to say we should work at home as our metro area is under a stay at home order.
In that case, I have to go into the office tomorrow to pick up stuff I should have brought home on Friday. Mr. W is also working at home starting tomorrow and he is sitting across from me in the office being annoying right now. Who will survive?
I miss my little doggie so much. Coming home to a quiet house without a happy dog dance and a wagging tail is the worst. If it wasn't for this damn virus, I would have gone out this weekend to the animal shelter to be adopted by a new one. But, I didn't want to risk getting infected.
We were going to Florida for a week's vacation in the middle of April, but we canceled the condo and, very fortunately, received a full refund. With Mr. W's underlying conditions, we could not fly as planned (two year credit with SW) and I was against driving because what if we got down there and one or both of us got infected? Also, I am against Mr. W's driving in general, which I have not kept a secret.
I was waiting to get a new dog until after vacation, but now that we are not going, I am holding off until this virus hopefully spares us and all of our family and friends. Everyone I know, please stay healthy by doing all the stuff the CDC recommends, including staying at home as much as possible! Even if you have to be around annoying family members! It could save your life and a lot of grief.
Don't let the boogie virus get you!!
Sunday, March 22, 2020
Sunday, March 15, 2020
Soup's Gone!
What in the heck is going on? I feel like I'm hanging around waiting for the apocalypse. At least my hands will be clean.
I got the call a few hours ago that my mom's home is on lock-down. No visitors, likely for at least a month. Oh well, she says we don't visit her anyway, which is not true.
I went to Walfart yesterday at about 11:00 a.m. and it was crowded, but there were still spaces on the lot so it could have been worse. The devastation among the grocery aisles was weird to see. In addition to the lack of hand sanitizer, disinfectant products and toilet paper, the soup aisle and the freezer section of pizzas were ravaged.
Soup? It didn't even occur to me to buy that. If I'm going to be quarantined for a month and possibly face the grim reaper should I contract the virus, then I want ice cream! It was shocking to see that the ice cream section was fairly intact. What are people thinking?
I didn't have to wait for a self-checkout spot. While I was scanning, an old geezer--I would say about my age--violated my social distance to nod toward other scanners and jokingly comment, "I guess these people have never cleaned before." He was referring to the numerous cleaning products stuffed in carts along with soup and frozen pizzas.
There has been talk at my office about working from home. There are some things I can do from home because I can access my files and Outlook, but there are other things I can't, like wait hand-and-foot on Bossie. Don't get me started. My impending retirement is in jeopardy with the stock market being in shreds. Should have invested in hand sanitizer and soup. Who knew?
UHG, UHG, UHG. Thank you, Wuhan, China. This all really sucks.
What is this going to look like in a week? What is going to happen?
I got the call a few hours ago that my mom's home is on lock-down. No visitors, likely for at least a month. Oh well, she says we don't visit her anyway, which is not true.
I went to Walfart yesterday at about 11:00 a.m. and it was crowded, but there were still spaces on the lot so it could have been worse. The devastation among the grocery aisles was weird to see. In addition to the lack of hand sanitizer, disinfectant products and toilet paper, the soup aisle and the freezer section of pizzas were ravaged.
Soup? It didn't even occur to me to buy that. If I'm going to be quarantined for a month and possibly face the grim reaper should I contract the virus, then I want ice cream! It was shocking to see that the ice cream section was fairly intact. What are people thinking?
I didn't have to wait for a self-checkout spot. While I was scanning, an old geezer--I would say about my age--violated my social distance to nod toward other scanners and jokingly comment, "I guess these people have never cleaned before." He was referring to the numerous cleaning products stuffed in carts along with soup and frozen pizzas.
There has been talk at my office about working from home. There are some things I can do from home because I can access my files and Outlook, but there are other things I can't, like wait hand-and-foot on Bossie. Don't get me started. My impending retirement is in jeopardy with the stock market being in shreds. Should have invested in hand sanitizer and soup. Who knew?
UHG, UHG, UHG. Thank you, Wuhan, China. This all really sucks.
What is this going to look like in a week? What is going to happen?
Sunday, March 8, 2020
Dogless
Last week was a sad one as we sent my beloved beagle over the rainbow bridge. With both Cushing's disease and heart failure, he functioned pretty well until the final two weeks when his appetite waned and he was not always keeping down what he did eat. On his last day, he sniffed and turned down a piece of bacon, if that gives an idea of how he was feeling.
It was so hard because he still had tail wags for me and wanted to be petted. For approximately the past six months, as I observed how his failing heart was taking a toll on his breathing, I spent a lot more time petting, hugging and talking to him. He had several spots throughout the house where he would "pose" and wait for me to notice him. I would get down on the floor (no easy feat for my old bones these days) and give him the worship he deserved. Even though I know it wasn't easy for him, he still faithfully followed me up and down the two flights of stairs in our house.
He was a loyal little trooper and I didn't want him to hang on for me when he was not feeling well. His vet, Dr. Andrea, cried along with me when she administered the chemicals that relaxed him and halted his trusty heart. Mr. W also shed a few tears.
It was the right thing to do, but I miss him terribly. He was my baby; my sweetie-pie; my stinker-winker. It is the first time in 33 years that I don't have a dog to joyfully greet me after a long day at the office. Apparently, I'm addicted to unconditional love.
We are going on a vacation next month and after that, I'm going to adopt another new best buddy. I want an older, mixed breed, small to medium-sized dog. I'm sure when the time comes, there will be many to choose from, which is a heartbreak in itself. So many great dogs, not enough homes.....
A week before putting my sweetie-pie down, our favorite newlyweds hit a bump in their happy married life: Carlene's car was stolen from where it was parked in front of their rented house. It was cold morning and she started it to warm it up, then she left it unlocked as she went back in the house to brush her teeth. When she came back out, she saw a guy jumping into it and he drove off, followed by the vehicle that he arrived in, driven by his accomplice.
UHGG!!! Her car, her key ring that included keys to the house, and her purse drove off, likely never to be seen again. What a mess! At least her phone was not in the car. Most thankfully, she was not near the car at that moment to be physically hurt.
The local police predicted that the car will not be recovered. Dan and Carlene had their house locks changed immediately and spent part of the day cancelling credit and bank cards. No fun. The price of creating an opportunity for a criminal to do his business.
It was a bad week followed by a sad week. I hope there are better days ahead this week.
It was so hard because he still had tail wags for me and wanted to be petted. For approximately the past six months, as I observed how his failing heart was taking a toll on his breathing, I spent a lot more time petting, hugging and talking to him. He had several spots throughout the house where he would "pose" and wait for me to notice him. I would get down on the floor (no easy feat for my old bones these days) and give him the worship he deserved. Even though I know it wasn't easy for him, he still faithfully followed me up and down the two flights of stairs in our house.
He was a loyal little trooper and I didn't want him to hang on for me when he was not feeling well. His vet, Dr. Andrea, cried along with me when she administered the chemicals that relaxed him and halted his trusty heart. Mr. W also shed a few tears.
It was the right thing to do, but I miss him terribly. He was my baby; my sweetie-pie; my stinker-winker. It is the first time in 33 years that I don't have a dog to joyfully greet me after a long day at the office. Apparently, I'm addicted to unconditional love.
We are going on a vacation next month and after that, I'm going to adopt another new best buddy. I want an older, mixed breed, small to medium-sized dog. I'm sure when the time comes, there will be many to choose from, which is a heartbreak in itself. So many great dogs, not enough homes.....
A week before putting my sweetie-pie down, our favorite newlyweds hit a bump in their happy married life: Carlene's car was stolen from where it was parked in front of their rented house. It was cold morning and she started it to warm it up, then she left it unlocked as she went back in the house to brush her teeth. When she came back out, she saw a guy jumping into it and he drove off, followed by the vehicle that he arrived in, driven by his accomplice.
UHGG!!! Her car, her key ring that included keys to the house, and her purse drove off, likely never to be seen again. What a mess! At least her phone was not in the car. Most thankfully, she was not near the car at that moment to be physically hurt.
The local police predicted that the car will not be recovered. Dan and Carlene had their house locks changed immediately and spent part of the day cancelling credit and bank cards. No fun. The price of creating an opportunity for a criminal to do his business.
It was a bad week followed by a sad week. I hope there are better days ahead this week.
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