Katy Bar the Door
25/03/20 07:53
I'm between and betwixt this morning. I was in something of a carb fueled fog yesterday and went to bed last night thinking that putting the day behind me was a good thing. Staying on the straight and narrow these days is important because you never know when you might come down with the coronavirus thing and you want to be ready. You will need every ounce of energy you can muster to fight it off and keep the scurrilous hounds of death from your doorstep.
I fully intend to embrace that mindset but will teeter here and there if I'm not careful about keeping my energy stores in check. That means eating right and staying away from all those foods that leave you wishing you hadn't gone there. My bike rides are something of a barometer of how well or how poorly I've been eating in the last 24 to 48 hours. Every mile tells a tale.
If I feel good and can put in the twenty miles that I am wanting to do these days then that means I've been eating well. Eating well for me is going easy on the carbs, staying away from the sugar, and keeping away from red meat and eating other forms of protein in moderation. Stepping foot into the markets where food shopping carries its own risks is another matter altogether.
Everything you hear about how long this virus exists on surfaces gives you pause when poring over fresh fruits and vegetables to the point where you're afraid to put anything in your basket anymore that someone may have touched one way or another in the last twenty-four hours. But I digress. I think I'm in a better place this morning after a good nights sleep and I feel like I can resume my usual strategies without any further slippage. Time will tell.
Nancy and I watched this show on television last night called "Devs." It was episode #1 so we approached it with a wait-and-see attitude meaning that watching episode two was contingent upon episode one passing muster. Stay with me on this. I'm as fickle as the next guy when it comes to liking or disliking shows and can and will readily discard them for any number of reasons. There are so many things to watch and so many networks to tap into that you can skip them at will without feeling an iota of regret.
I thought that the show had enough of a sci-fi vibe that Nancy would take to it in a pinch and maybe even enjoy it. When she starts to pull the covers over her eyes during certain scenes I know we're in trouble. Bringing her up to speed on scenes that she never watches because they are integral to the overall story line if you want to understand what's going on is not my idea of a good time. I simply ignore those requests of hers.
She complained about those and similar scenes because they were "anxiety provoking." What the hell does that mean? She says there is enough anxiety going around these days where she doesn't need more of it just before bedtime. Yes, the main character was suffocated with a plastic bag over his head in the first twenty minutes. Yes, his girlfriend was frantically trying to ascertain his whereabouts in the hours after he was suffocated. And yes, it didn't help when his killers showed her a video of her boyfriend setting himself on fire. It was all a ruse.
I think it's a forest and trees thing. There was more than enough sleight of hand in the storyline to suggest to me that you couldn't and shouldn't trust your eyes. Did he really die? Maybe. Was she really frantic? Possibly. But the show was sufficiently anxiety provoking for Nancy that I think she may not want to watch any more episodes. I'm always hoping that she won't go there too soon especially when I'm not on board with her reasons for not wanting to continue watching the show.
Whether she gives the show another chance, which she sometimes does, is an open question. I would prefer not to watch it alone since going solo while watching television is not my idea of a good time. I might rather poke myself in the eye with a sharp stick than sit down to watch a show by myself. That said, there was sufficient intrigue in the first episode of this show where I might well want to revisit it if for no other reason than to see how it all plays out. In the literary world, that means not skipping to the last page of the book to see how it ends. Who does that? Nancy does that.
Talking last night with Mrs G she said that she is not going to watch the news anymore. "It's too depressing' she lamented. Her small world keeps getting smaller. That's not necessarily discomforting for someone who is looking to stay safe and cordoned off from a viral world that threatens to kill her should she step off the proverbial curb and into the fray. She spoke warily of a fellow traveler on the premises of her independent facility who had come down with a sore throat and a nagging cough. Where have you been, dearie?
I'm inclined to agree with President Trump when he says that we as a nation have to get back to work. The timeline for doing that is a bit sketchy at the moment but Trump said that we might want take a closer look at that some three weeks out from today. The timing coincidentally comes around Easter and any and all references to the resurrection can and should be taken seriously. As a metaphor, it's a nice fit and it offers a glimmer of hope to a nation knuckled under coast to coast by a pandemic not of our own making.
Springtime is a time of rebirth so let's get up and running in those areas in our country where this virus has no presence and no victims. Keep their elderly and infirm safe and under quarantine where necessary but let everyone else go about their business. Provide prophylactic drugs when and where necessary and lets learn from the patients in New York who have not only survived using known and proven drug therapies but have prospered and have left the hospitals in record time and in record numbers.
We put the final touches on the paperwork that will provide a future roadmap for our son and his financial well being last evening and hope to sign off in the coming days. That is what responsible parent do at a time like this. Right? It's kind of overdue truth be told.
It was one thing or another as we were going about the business of discussing these matters with various professionals and it was only because one or more of them failed or flailed in various ways that we didn't get this done sooner. It was never because of who they were. It was because of what they did or didn't do before and after our preliminary discussions.
We'll make an effort today to pull together a few things that Mrs G has requested over the course of the last week. We have the nips she likes. We have the bottles of wine that she requested. As for the Scali bread Mrs G asked us to buy at Market Basket, I told Nancy that it's time she steps up to the plate and stops relying on me to do all of her shopping for her. She should have some skin in the game. She says that about Evan all the time so what's good for the goose is good for the gander.
Not sure what that portends when all is said and done but we'll box up whatever we have and will deliver to the Riverwood facility in the next day or so. They have a guidepost set up where we can drop things off for delivery to the residents. How long they'll hold her bread and wine in quarantine before making the delivery is another question. Let's hope it's all worth the wait.
I fully intend to embrace that mindset but will teeter here and there if I'm not careful about keeping my energy stores in check. That means eating right and staying away from all those foods that leave you wishing you hadn't gone there. My bike rides are something of a barometer of how well or how poorly I've been eating in the last 24 to 48 hours. Every mile tells a tale.
If I feel good and can put in the twenty miles that I am wanting to do these days then that means I've been eating well. Eating well for me is going easy on the carbs, staying away from the sugar, and keeping away from red meat and eating other forms of protein in moderation. Stepping foot into the markets where food shopping carries its own risks is another matter altogether.
Everything you hear about how long this virus exists on surfaces gives you pause when poring over fresh fruits and vegetables to the point where you're afraid to put anything in your basket anymore that someone may have touched one way or another in the last twenty-four hours. But I digress. I think I'm in a better place this morning after a good nights sleep and I feel like I can resume my usual strategies without any further slippage. Time will tell.
Nancy and I watched this show on television last night called "Devs." It was episode #1 so we approached it with a wait-and-see attitude meaning that watching episode two was contingent upon episode one passing muster. Stay with me on this. I'm as fickle as the next guy when it comes to liking or disliking shows and can and will readily discard them for any number of reasons. There are so many things to watch and so many networks to tap into that you can skip them at will without feeling an iota of regret.
I thought that the show had enough of a sci-fi vibe that Nancy would take to it in a pinch and maybe even enjoy it. When she starts to pull the covers over her eyes during certain scenes I know we're in trouble. Bringing her up to speed on scenes that she never watches because they are integral to the overall story line if you want to understand what's going on is not my idea of a good time. I simply ignore those requests of hers.
She complained about those and similar scenes because they were "anxiety provoking." What the hell does that mean? She says there is enough anxiety going around these days where she doesn't need more of it just before bedtime. Yes, the main character was suffocated with a plastic bag over his head in the first twenty minutes. Yes, his girlfriend was frantically trying to ascertain his whereabouts in the hours after he was suffocated. And yes, it didn't help when his killers showed her a video of her boyfriend setting himself on fire. It was all a ruse.
I think it's a forest and trees thing. There was more than enough sleight of hand in the storyline to suggest to me that you couldn't and shouldn't trust your eyes. Did he really die? Maybe. Was she really frantic? Possibly. But the show was sufficiently anxiety provoking for Nancy that I think she may not want to watch any more episodes. I'm always hoping that she won't go there too soon especially when I'm not on board with her reasons for not wanting to continue watching the show.
Whether she gives the show another chance, which she sometimes does, is an open question. I would prefer not to watch it alone since going solo while watching television is not my idea of a good time. I might rather poke myself in the eye with a sharp stick than sit down to watch a show by myself. That said, there was sufficient intrigue in the first episode of this show where I might well want to revisit it if for no other reason than to see how it all plays out. In the literary world, that means not skipping to the last page of the book to see how it ends. Who does that? Nancy does that.
Talking last night with Mrs G she said that she is not going to watch the news anymore. "It's too depressing' she lamented. Her small world keeps getting smaller. That's not necessarily discomforting for someone who is looking to stay safe and cordoned off from a viral world that threatens to kill her should she step off the proverbial curb and into the fray. She spoke warily of a fellow traveler on the premises of her independent facility who had come down with a sore throat and a nagging cough. Where have you been, dearie?
I'm inclined to agree with President Trump when he says that we as a nation have to get back to work. The timeline for doing that is a bit sketchy at the moment but Trump said that we might want take a closer look at that some three weeks out from today. The timing coincidentally comes around Easter and any and all references to the resurrection can and should be taken seriously. As a metaphor, it's a nice fit and it offers a glimmer of hope to a nation knuckled under coast to coast by a pandemic not of our own making.
Springtime is a time of rebirth so let's get up and running in those areas in our country where this virus has no presence and no victims. Keep their elderly and infirm safe and under quarantine where necessary but let everyone else go about their business. Provide prophylactic drugs when and where necessary and lets learn from the patients in New York who have not only survived using known and proven drug therapies but have prospered and have left the hospitals in record time and in record numbers.
We put the final touches on the paperwork that will provide a future roadmap for our son and his financial well being last evening and hope to sign off in the coming days. That is what responsible parent do at a time like this. Right? It's kind of overdue truth be told.
It was one thing or another as we were going about the business of discussing these matters with various professionals and it was only because one or more of them failed or flailed in various ways that we didn't get this done sooner. It was never because of who they were. It was because of what they did or didn't do before and after our preliminary discussions.
We'll make an effort today to pull together a few things that Mrs G has requested over the course of the last week. We have the nips she likes. We have the bottles of wine that she requested. As for the Scali bread Mrs G asked us to buy at Market Basket, I told Nancy that it's time she steps up to the plate and stops relying on me to do all of her shopping for her. She should have some skin in the game. She says that about Evan all the time so what's good for the goose is good for the gander.
Not sure what that portends when all is said and done but we'll box up whatever we have and will deliver to the Riverwood facility in the next day or so. They have a guidepost set up where we can drop things off for delivery to the residents. How long they'll hold her bread and wine in quarantine before making the delivery is another question. Let's hope it's all worth the wait.