7 July 2020 = Covid-19 Blitherings Of A Silly Middle Aged Woman

Did you ever have that feeling that a particular date is suppose to have some significance? Like it’s someone you know’s birthday, or some anniversary that your forgetting … The 7 of July is like that for me, along with a few other dates as well, like the 5 of October or any date in August…

Today was another boring day … I don’t mind boring days. Sure, nothing great happens, but nothing goes wrong either…

No one showed up for my morning kung fu class. I was OK with that, because my asthma is being cranky today, and my joints & muscles ached … According to TCM, that’s because I have excess dampness … Weak spleen & kidney yin … Part of that was caused by my indulgence of a bit, a tiny bit of grated cheese with my Fry Bread Taco … Oh! And the Fry Bread too …

Spent the afternoon writing emails and tying up lose ends. Sprite chew bones and giant snake still hasn’t arrived, so I webchatted with a rep from the delivery service. Apparently the label was damaged and they didn’t know where to send it. Now they’re going to check the packages manually and see if they find it. … Called Country Clean to get a quote on recycling and rubbish bins, and pick up. I registered yesterday and someone was suppose to get back to me within 24 hours, but that didn’t happen, so I called them. Turns out that they are having trouble with their internet service and computers. … Took Sprite for her afternoon walk at Tory Top, but no dogs there that were wanting to run and play. Poor Sprite looked like that lonely kid out on the playground all by themselves. … I tried to watch an episode of Star Treck Voyager – The Void, before my evening classes, but kept falling asleep … Honestly, I doubt that I missed much. It was an obvious story line…

I was apprehensive about classes. Being achy and hard of breath, but it worked out OK and we got a lot of work done covering a fair amount of material. I even got a bit of a compliment. One of my most inquisitive students said after tai chi, that there was only 2 things he missed during the lock down – the library and my tai chi class.

… I talked for about 45min after class with a couple of my students about American tourist in Ireland an Europe. This was stemming from how the EU was restricting or banning US Americans from traveling to Europe, and how we’ve seen on social media how a certain number of Americans feel that if they throw a lot of tourism dollars EU way, that they will take the money and let Americans in. … There’s too many things wrong with this to even entertain the idea of discussing it … You know, this virus isn’t going to go away just because you want and can spend money to travel. Seriously, what do these Americans think Europeans are like? That they would throw away the health and safety of their people for a few bob to let them into Europe? … Not to mention the audacity! The US banned people traveling from Europe from entering the US at the beginning of all this when the numbers were high here in Europe. OK, fine. Makes sense. But now that the numbers are skyrocketing in the US, these Americans feel it’s their right to vacation in Europe? … eh … Not worth it …

I’m half way through Season 7 of Start Trek Voyager. With any luck … any good luck, I’ll be done with it by early next week …

There was 1 death today
and 24 new confirmed cases of Covid-19 here in Ireland.

30 June 2020 = Covid-19 Blitherings Of A Silly Middle Aged Woman

Very short entry today … Not feeling up to it … I resume classes tomorrow… I wish I was more excited … I was in town this morning. I miss the dine out on Prince Street, or was it French Street. They blocked off traffic and set up tables for people to have their coffees …

It’s been hard to breath … I have to think about it and make sure I take a breath every now and again … It’s not The Virus … Some of it is my asthma, some because my diet is terrible, but mostly because I just don’t want to…

… Everything is going down hill… And I’m going with it …

… I went to pick up a few things in Jia Jia. If you know Jia Jia it’s a tight squeeze inside. An older woman came in, looking like a Disney villaness. She turned her nose up and said through her red lipstick; “There are no social distancing markers!” Then turned around and left. Everyone in the store even myself was wearing a mask and keeping our distance … She obviously wasn’t …

… There was a girl at Tory Top Park that was scared to death of me … Or at least it seemed so. She looked like she would be about 8 years old. And she wouldn’t take her terrified glare off me. Her older Sister (?) tried consoling her, as she whimpered, by saying; “It’s OK. She won’t touch you…”

… I rocked the boat … It wasn’t going anywhere, and there was a small leak in the haul. Not enough for it to sink anytime soon, but enough to be a compounding annoyance. … Did I say it wasn’t going anywhere …

There was 1 death and 11 new confirmed cases of Covid-19.
There is now a total of 1736 deaths, and 25,473 confirmed cases of Covid-19 here in Ireland.

29 June 2020 = Covid-19 Blitherings Of A Silly Middle Aged Woman

I found 4 beautiful bumble bees in the last 2 days that were on the brink of death. 2 died so far … I don’t know what to do really. I looked it up and “they” say to move it to a safe place & give it access to a couple of drops of water. So, I’ve done just that… Still 4 in 2 days is a bit disconcerting. I don’t use herbicides or pesticides in my back garden, but that doesn’t say that a neighbor mightn’t as well. Bumble bees only live for 28 days. I’m hoping that is the case here. Of which I am deeply honoured that they felt that my home was a place they wanted to spend their remaining day or 2. …

Another brain foggy day. I guess it’s better than a low swinging day or high anxiety day. It is frustrating, though with the brain fog its easy to forget … I wonder if a brain foggy day is what it’s like to be on medication for depression and anxiety. If so, I will absolutely NEVER go on them.

We’ve entered phase 3 now in the unlocking of Ireland. Again I have lost track of what we’re allowed, or what shops are allowed to open. I heard that some hair salons opened at midnight to accommodate demand. On Sprite morning walk, the woman that I originally met at The Lough but now run into her and her dog “Ralph” at Deerpark, didn’t have time to talk, because she had to get her nails and hair done. … I saw nothing wrong with her hair and nails … I don’t think I’ll recognize her tomorrow if I run into her.

In the past 6 or so weeks, I’ve notice how people were looking younger, healthier. Sure their root were showing, or the silver streaks of experience and wisdom showed through. Sure their nails were frayed and broken from the veggie garden they planted. Sure their shirt was stained with that new curry recipe that they made from scratch. But it all was so Beautiful and oh so very real. … Now they’re going to cover it all up. Hide away all that wisdom, cover up the hard work and pretend … Thank Goodness, I remember all the dogs …

Ricky and I originally planned for a long walk to the Lee Fields with Sprite. But it was a kind of cloudy windy day. And you weren’t sure if it was going to rain. I was waiting to hear back from Maria about The Lough Down Garden. (I’ll explain in more detail later.) Ricky was on a roll with organizing webinar notes … We ended up postponing it until Thursday. The weather forecast for Thursday says it’s suppose to be nice.

Made a lot of social engagement dates today. Some that have been put on the back burner for nearly a year! … OH! I did go out to Con’s and buy groceries! … Whew! … I was thinking that I did absolutely nothing today except try to revive bumble bees…

Tonight is my last proper night in lockish down. My classes resume on Wednesday at 9:30am. Meaning that I can’t stay up unti 3 or 4 am and hate watch Voyager. I will have to be in bed and asleep by 1am at the very latest! So, I’m going to make myself a big bowl of popcorn, sit my ass down and see if I can finish off at least Season 5! … To be fair, it is getting a little better … Just a little … But if I hear Captain Janeway say “Something tells me that …” one more time … ugh … I don’t know … It’s just as bad if not worse than Counselor Troi saying “I sense hostility …” or something to the effect …

There were no death today, and 24 new confirmed cases of Covid-19.
There is now a total of 1735 deaths,
and 25,462 confirmed cases here in Ireland.

14 June 2020 = Covid-19 Blitherings Of A Silly Middle Aged Woman

What a blur today was … I need to cherish these days … Nothing exciting happened but nothing catastrophic either. … Except for this massive headache that I have…

Sprite did fine on her morning walk at The Lough. We managed to get back before the hail and down pour that only last about 10 min or so. Ricky hasn’t been feeling well. Body & head aches. Last night he was rather red in the face for a white Irish guy. So I suspected that he got a bit of heat exhaustion. He was still asleep when we got back. I waited a while until about 11am then started making him a bit of a brunch. Eggs, toast, cucumber tomato salad, baked beans and left over chips (fries) from last night. Oh, and of course a cup of tea! I brought it up to him in bed, we chatted a bit while he ate. He wanted to stay in bed for a bit longer and I took his plates back to the kitchen. I was nodding off while I was checking messages and whatnot. I laid down on the futon and the next thing I knew it was 2 pm and sunny out.

Being a bit confused, and groggy, it was easy to take the day as a loss and proceeded to do not much else. Made a cup of coffee, sat out back, threw the ball for Sprite. At about 3pm Ricky managed to get out of bed and dressed and we took Sprite back to The Lough for her afternoon walk. I’ve been reluctant to take Sprite to The Lough in the afternoon, because of all the commotion and people there. For a shy dog I thought it would be too overwhelming for her. But to my surprise, she did fine! We ran into one of Ricky’s Sisters Husband’s Parents. We chatted for a bit while Sprite watch the world pass by. We continued around The Lough and I handed Sprite off to Ricky to take her home while I went to Super Valu to pick up a few items for dinner and to make more porridge bread, which isn’t going to be done tonight, by the way … I was hoping to, but … eh …

Came home, put the dinner in the oven, straighten up the kitchen a little bit, … a bit … 2 days of dishes pilled up can wait until tomorrow … Didn’t have the energy to much more. Ricky was in bed and Sprite asleep on the floor. My goodness! If it weren’t for the receding gray hairline, you’d think that it was a young teen and his dog, chilling out, listening to metal rock bands on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

… Ricky told me about his gardening plans throughout the week, and didn’t I tell you yesterday? He didn’t make any plans to have Mick over to help with the gardening. So, I jumped at the opportunity to tell him, that as much as I appreciate Mick “helping out” with the gardening, I will still get that skip bag and get it filled up this week. To ensure the skip bag plan goes through this time, I threw Ricky a proverbial bone, and said that not everything will fit in the skip bag, so if Mick can help out with whats left over that would be much appreciated. Ricky was very amenable, but in a very cool and collected way, of course! …

…Hmmmmmnnnn…. Ricky and I watch a nature program about North America narrated by the one and only David Attenborough. Then we watched a Celebrity Googlebox … I took Sprite out for her last walk … She played with a cockapoo! It was great to see the two play, jumping at each other and over each other for about 15min straight! They both were wrecked! I was always told that “A Good Dog Is A Tired Dog” and Sprite was tired! No zoomies tonight when we got home. Just loving looks and snuggles.

And there you have it! A boring day to cherish! I sure hope that I have soooooo many more of these!

There was 1 death today and 8 new confirmed cases of Covid-19
There are now a total of 1706 deaths,

and 25,303 confirmed cases here in Ireland.

10 June 2020 = Covid-19 Blitherings Of A Silly Middle Aged Woman

I was clearing out some junk mail, empty envelopes, odd and ends, etc… off my side table next to my working computer when I came across this:

It’s a list of everything I could think of that happened in the last 105 years! Historical events that is … You see, on 17 April gov.ie published the age range of the people who died of Covid-19. The age range, would you believe is 25 to 105!

It’s heart breaking to think someone died at age 25! So young, and with so much life to live. Then there is that person who died at 105 … Of all the things that person has lived through, it’s this damn virus that gets them!

This person was born in 1915 during WWI. Rasputin was still alive, though he died a year later. 1916 Easter Rising, 1918 Spanish Flu, 1919 Irish War Of Independence, 1921 Northern Ireland was established, 1922 The Irish Civil War … 1923 Fall Of The Ottoman Empire … In 1927 this person was 12 years old and could have seen the very first “Talkie Movie” – The Jazz Singer … This person may have very well gone to war in one way or another when they were 24 years old during WWII … They were 45 when the Koren War broke out, 50 when Viet-Nam started… 1954 – Elvis, 1957 – Beatles? That was what the kids were listening to. … Polio in 1956 …They lived through AIDS in 1981. They lived through Mad Cow in 1990, SARS in 2003 when they were 88 years old! … They even lived through the Same Sex Marriage Referendum of 2015. At 100 years old, they were fine! … One Hundred & Five Years Old

There were 5 deaths and 19 new confirmed cases of Covid-19,
making a total of 1,695 deaths, and 25,231 confirmed cases
here in Ireland.

20 May 2020 = Covid-19 Blitherings Of A Middle Aged Woman

I’ve started writing this post too late … My head is spinning in one direction with a bunch of angst or perturbation over a long time gripe that may or may not be warranted. But it still grates. …  My head is spinning in another direction with anxiety over my school and the lack of any interest and/or response from current students and perspective students. I don’t think I have a school to come back too in July when I can start up some incarnation resembling a Shaolin martial arts class … My head is spinning in yet another way over the excitement and dread of  Sprite finally coming home tomorrow at 11 am!

I have a scheduled text to Brian for 9am. I gave him our address and directions. But then I  asked in the nicest way I could if he wouldn’t mind dropping  Sprite off just up at the green not more than 50 metres from the house. … It seems so impolite and rude. Just like before, I don’t want Sprite to associate the house and back garden with Brian. I think the transition would be easier for her. That she won’t be trying to find him. The 2 of them became so very attached. I nearly feel bad, like I’m taking her away from him like some evil stepmother.

I was thinking of the dream that I had on Sunday? … I did wake up with the longing and feeling that it was time to go, as in I was longing to meet up with Dodger & Nigel Benn who have passed away now for 10 & 20 years ago, and head to the hills as in die, knowing that Sprite will take care of my friends.  But now when I think back on it, remembering how all my friends except Aaron, that Sprite herded up were complaining about me. I’m thinking now that maybe, deep down inside, I feel that Sprite will take care of all my problems, and I will once again feel happy & free again like when Nigel Benn or Dodger and I were back country hiking in the mountains. …

My Good Friend Kat made it clear that I was to adopt Sprite. She knows my history and she reads my blog. Maybe not all of them but she does read a few. I wonder if she felt that I needed to, for my own sake more than Sprite’s. There were loads of families lined up to adopt her, and as another Good Friend more or less, said that Sprite will be happy regardless, because DAWG will make sure she is adopted into a good home. … To be fair, ever since I started on this campaign to adopt Sprite, I haven’t thought about getting hit by a bus. Where before it was constantly weighing on my shoulders.

…The all powerful “They” say that the dogs we rescue actually rescue us. I’ve always had issue with that that sentiment. I find it rather selfish to  adopt a dog to save yourself. It’s not at all altruistic as most people are made to believe. And here I am, adopting a dog to save me …

11 deaths and 64 new cases confirmed toady.
There have now been 24,315 confirmed cases of COVID-19 in Ireland & 1571 deaths

 

19 May 2020 = Covid-19 Blitherings Of A Silly Middle Aged Woman

I took the pictures! I said I wouldn’t because I didn’t want to jinx it, but I just couldn’t help myself!

 

I LOVE HER!

And Ricky is quiet taken with her as well! There were times he was like a doting  Father to her! I’m so happy that he is taking this on board and willing to listen to me when it comes to the training of Sprite. My dickweed exe, sabotage a lot of Dodgers training just for the dubiously sarcastic show that Dodger was “his” dog and that he who never owned or trained a dog was somehow superior to me and my methods … To be fair, dickweed was really broken up when we had to assist Dodger to go gentle into that good night. … But Ricky is jumping in head first, and even taking notes!

Brain dropped her off with us at Tory Top Park this morning. She really wanted to go with Brian, and I had to hold her down so that she wouldn’t choke on the lead (leash). But once she was out of sight and we told her that we were going for a walk, she seemed fine. She pull on the lead a bit much for my taste, but calms down after awhile. We took her around Tory Top and walked her home. All was going well until we came up to the door. She tried bolt the other way. Again I had to hold her down, stroking her telling her she was a good girl and it’s alright. My heart started to dropped. What if I can’t get her in the house, and if I do, what if she’s terrified of the place? … I literally pushed her  through the door and closed it quickly behind us, I took off her lead and she was fine… Yep … Just fine … She trotted into the house, like she owned the place. Went straight to the kitchen and found Ricky.

I probably should have kept her in the house a little longer so she can get use to it first, but instead, let her out into the back garden, where she turned into a whole different spirit! Really living up to her name Sprite. She seemed to float around the the back garden, checking out every nook and cranny. She’d trot back to us every so often get a little reassurance that she’s being a good girl before setting out to another corner of the garden. I got her a tennis ball and half threw it, half rolled it, hoping that she would chase after it and bring it back. … She looked at it as it rolled by … ‘Oh well.’ I thought. Then Ricky picks up the ball and throw it up in the air and she jumps for it. So that’s the game! She wants to jump for it! We both took turns tossing the ball  up so that she can jump for it. I think she’s a Frisbee dog! And will order her a soft Frisbee 1st thing in the morning! … She found her spot … I want to squel in the sweetness of the sight and she plopped herself down on a patch of  grass daises. I reveled in the sight instead of snapping a photo. There’ll be other photo ops later.

Again it took a bit of coaxing to get her back into the house, but thank goodness it wasn’t like before. We hung out inside for about and hour. Our place is really small, so there wasn’t much to see. I sat on the floor, and I was so honored that she came and laid down next to me so that I can give her scratches and treats. We tried to get her to go upstairs, but she just wouldn’t. We thought maybe she had enough excitement for one day, and figured when she comes home for good that on her own time will venture upstairs.

Well the time came and we had to take her back to Tory Top. It was easy to get her lead on and walk her back. We did a couple of loops around the park and sat on a bench waiting for Brian. He was running late, so I walked Sprite around the small part. She almost didn’t notice when Brian walked up, and when she did it wasn’t a mad rush to get back to him. … Strangely enough, this made me very happy.

I have to give Brian all the plaudits! A medal! Or maybe some cookies. It took me 6 months of constant training with Dodger before I was able to kick back and enjoy caring for a dog. Brian lay down so much of the ground work. Sprite is a lot further along than Dodger was. I remember having to push Dodger into my little basement walk out that I lived in at the time. It took him 3 days before he felt comfortable enough to stand up, stretch out, and explore my tiny place. Sprite has come a long way, thanks to Brian!

Well, I didn’t do much else today. So, I think I had another day off? It’s getting very late now, and I better get to sleep. I torn on whether to get up early tomorrow to get in the practice of getting up and taking Sprite out for her morning walk, or should I relish one more day of sorta sleeping in? I guess well see in the morning …

Our friend Allin bought one of my masks … I felt bad charging, but I couldn’t think of a good trade, until after he left and I tried to put a new SIM card into my phone. I should have exchanged the mask for IT support on my phone and computers … Maybe he’ll need another one soon?

My next door neighbor Lillian fell again. She’s in her mid 70’s and is living alone. It’s good that another neighbor looks in after her a few times a week.  And Ricky is good to call into her  at least once a week. I’m terrible about doing that. I do work on her back garden a lot though.  …. I know, it’s not the ssame… But this is the 2nd time she fell this week. Orlagh called the paramedics so there was some excitement in front of our house for a while. Orlagh said that she was fine, but complained about her back. I do hope that Lillian is OK. There’s a couple of times I see the ambulance come by and my head spins, thinking that this might be the last time I see the ambulance come by. … So, I better call  into her and see how she is doing more often …

There have now been 24,251 confirmed cases of COVID-19 & 1561 deaths in Ireland

18 May 2020 = Covid-19 Blitherings Of A Silly Middle Aged Woman

Today we enter phase 1 of the return to an unsustainable norm by lifting some lock down restrictions. I went into town today to pick up some supplies for Sprite. I was  expecting to see a bustling town with everyone wearing face masks and waving banners that say “Free At Last!” … Nope … There were a bit more people milling around, than the usual Covid-19 crowd. There really wasn’t much of a difference.

As I said in my post yesterday, Sprite was coming home on Tuesday, and I had nothing ready for her. So the plan was that I go into town and get some stainless steel mixing bowls for her food and water bowls. When her food and water dispensers come in next week, I’ll just clean them out and use them as actual mixing bowls. I’ve been doing all my baking and food mixing duties in 1 plastic salad bow that I bought back in Boulder from a 2nd hand store called … Savers? … I don’t remember the name exactly … It was something to that affect… And to get some mince (ground beef) from the butcher twins in the market. I would come home and top up the bag potatoes, and water the veggies. Then start cleaning and rearranging things to make room for Sprite… Needless to say I only did some of that …

Before I left, I texted Brian and just asked if he had talked with Avril. I wanted to be a bit more diplomatic and not be abrasive and say “Hey! Avril told you that you had to leave the dog with me for good on Tuesday! So be here at 3pm  Tuesday with Sprite, all her stuff, and a snack box from Leonnox’s! … Make that 2 snack boxes!”

Well, I’m in town heading down to Hickey’s, when I ran into an work buddy from the casino … Geeze I hated that job and so happy that I quit!  Even though I was having 2nd thoughts back in November … She still worked there, but have been at home for 6 weeks now. … She actually looks  healthier  now that she’s had 6 wks off, and will have another 6 wks coming. I was worried about her. She was so drawn out. I never understood why she stayed at that job. She’s fluent in 4 languages! And had a BA in International Affairs! Why is she working in a small time casino in Ireland? … Anyway, I’m happy to have seen her and that she is doing well.

,… Went into Hickey’s and got the bowls, some … elbow joints ‘er something or other … L brackets? … I have a project to fix the draws next to the sink. The drawers have gone of their runners ‘er something. It’s some fancy system that broke 9 or so years ago. 2 of the cupboard doors have also come off because of some fancy sliding hinge that again broke ages ago. I figure I’ll make shelves from the cupboard doors and then put the drawers on them. DONE! No fancy smancy track and monkey pulley system just to open up a drawer…

Came out of Hickey’s, waited in line at the Market, got in real quick, stepped up to the butcher twins, and Paul tells me that the hummous I gave them the other day exploded! …WHAT!? … I was grasping at words trying to explain that I wasn’t planning an attack or had any ill will toward them! I gave them the hummous to try because it’s not a traditionally made hummous and they both have very discerning taste. I wanted to get an outside opinion, because I only ever made it for Ricky and his family. Paul and John won’t pull any punches, if they don’t like something of which I do really appreciate! …But my hummous exploded! Blew the screwed on lid, and broke the glass of the jar it was in. We were all flippin’ baffled! John thought that someone was being malicious, but Paul brought up a good point, that if that was the case then they would have smeared it on the walls or something like that. But this was splattered. … I am absolutely dumbfounded …

I went straight home after. I wanted to get home in time to have my dinner before my 3pm deadline. When I got back Brian texted, and said that all that was left was the adoption papers, that Sprites vet appointment to get her stitches out would be on Wednesday morning and would we like to do another meet with Sprite tomorrow morning. … ??? … And then a final drop off on Thursday morning. … ??? … No mention of talking to Avril and her saying that Sprite was to be left with me for good on Tuesday. … But yah know, I really don’t want to stir up the pot on this one. It’s obvious Brian has become very attached and rightfully so. He put in A LOT of work to help her come out of her shell. He’s done an AMAZING job! Which makes my job way easier! I’m sure he puts a lot of pride into his work as well. Sooooo, if he needs a couple more days to say good bye, then so be it. Plus, she’s still coming home earlier than what I expected, even though it will be on Thursday instead of Tuesday.

I texted Brian back  and laid out a plan for tomorrow. Because the two are attached, I didn’t want Sprite to associate our house and garden with Brian. The plan is that we meet him and Sprite at Tory Top Park, because she is now familiar with it. We do our introductions and Brian leave her with us and goes away for a couple few hours. We take her around the park and then walk her home, where she can hang out with us here and get an idea what life will be like for her come Thursday. Then we walk her back to Tory Top where Brian can take her back until Thursday, where Brian will drop her  and her stuff here at the house. … After 3 hrs, still no word from Brian. I texted again, and said, “10am OK to meet tomorrow?” 5 min later he texted back, “That all sounds great! We’ll meet you 10am same place as last time.” … Now that’s the plan … Sprite will be here on Thursday … Again, I’m not holding my breath. There’s still time for something to sideways. …

During those 3 hours that I waited for Brians response, I decided to pick up a few things from Super Valu, and decided that I’ll give wearing a mask a try. I did make them, so why not try them out. I put it on before I left the house and OH MY GOODNESS! I HAVE NEVER HAD SUCH AN EASY SHOP AT SUPERVALU!

Even before this pandemic, whenever I went to SuperValu, because of the way they set up the displays so close to each other, that it’s hard for you to maneuver around other people, esp. if they have  trolleys (shopping carts). I always get a few dirty looks, from people who felt that I might be walking too slow, or taking too long to decide whether to buy that jar of gherkins (pickles) or maybe the sauerkraut would be better? Or the one that I don’t get at all… Yah know when your are walking behind someone at a grocery store and they decide to turn around and go back for whatever reason. They always turn around and stand in front of me with a nasty look on their face waiting for me to get out of the way. Sometimes they would actually say in an annoyed tone as if it were my fault; “Excuse me!?” if I were in the US, “Saaawwwery, Eh” here in Ireland.  I usually concede and move out of the way, because a I just want to get my jar of pickles and go … or sauerkraut …

Today with the face mask? I was raising the sands to part the seas! I could walk straight through with my arms spread wide and my eyes closed and not touch a single person! People were jumping out of my way doing 180 hairpin turns with there over loaded trolleys to make room for me and my basket o’things! If I would have known, I would have put the mask on from the very start! It might have even saved me from that one incident a few weeks back! … Which make me wonder if the supposed Chinese resemblance isn’t in my nose and chin? …

There were only 4 deaths today due to Covid-19. I thought it was fantastic that only 4 people died today… Then felt very bad … There’s something very wrong about being so happy that only 4 people died …

There have now been 24,200 confirmed cases of COVID-19

and 1547 total deaths in Ireland

 

16 May 2020 = Covid-19 Blitherings Of A Silly Middle Aged Woman

Again, I couldn’t bring myself up to go down to the hall and make videos for social media. … Or for my students for that matter …  This morning I could feel my fat rolls in my back when I stood up to look out the window to see if it was a sunny or cloudy day. … I think I barfed a little in my mouth when I did.  I just laid back down into a tight fetal position cursing my shape. It was overcast, so I was also cursing myself for purposely missing an opportunity to get training done as well…

… It was 7am so I managed to fall back to sleep and had another weird dream. I was standing out in a beautiful meadow that had grass and wild flowers up to my knees. Snow capped mountains behind me, and turquoise lakes in the distance. The colours were so vibrant, and the warm air smelled like jasmine. Dodger, my dog was at my side standing with me and Nigel Benn my cat was peaking out of my back pack. I hear barking, and then coming around the bend is Sprite herding all the close friends that I remember. … My Brother, and my Nephew. Laurie, Aaron and his girls,… Ricky and his family too. They were all complaining about this and that, except for Aaron … He was just happy looking around. And except for Aaron, they were all complaining about me. Particularly saying how disappointed they were with me. Sprite got them all rounded up in the meadow. She turned to me and in my heart I knew that she would take care of them. So the 3 of us turned around around and headed into the mountains … I woke up at 10am with a longing and feeling like it was time to go…

… I spent the rest of the morning tending to the garden. Freakin’ gray aphids nearly took over my crazy cabbage. So I went and cut all the branches off that had them on it and threw them into Lillians garden. I know that sounds horrible. But there’s nothing for them to eat over there other than the cabbage branch they were on and they would be exposed to the birds. They’ll either dye off or get eaten up.

Still trying to keep to my feeding schedule, I made my dinner at around 2pm so that I would be finished eating by 3pm. Even though it was overcast it was still nice enough to sit outside and have my dinner there in my chair… You can hear all the birds … Love the birds … Imelda May was on the Late Late Show last night and she performed one of her … “talking songs” .or “speaking songs”… It’s that just a poem? … Anyway, it was about being in lock down, and the line that I remember went something like ‘… go sit outside, you can hear the birds again because the traffic is down …’ I try and go outside every day. I hope that it’s quiet so that I can hear the birds. … and the bees,… and the spiders as they scuttle around. … The slugs as they chew away on the leaves … Gosh they’re loud! … Today, one of the woodpigeons finally felt comfortable enough with me to land in front of me and peck away at the food I left it. I think it was Harriet. Oh and the tits too! They landed on the bird feeders just up behind me to the right, paying me no never mind…. The bees were practically landing on me. A bumble bee bounced off my head. I saw Ethel Mae and Charlie, a pair of black birds. I haven’t seen Ethel Mae in a while. I suspect that she is between clutches … I wonder if all this will change when Sprite comes. … I suppose it will… It will take some time for the birds and bees to feel comfortable zooming, fluttering, and feeding when she’s around..Maybe because I’m there, the transition will be easier.  …

WE MEET SPRITE TOMORROW AT 2PM! I’M SO EXCITED! Gosh I hope she likes us! Avril called me today, to see if we met yet. I told her that we will tomorrow. She’s getting a lot of applications for Sprite and she doesn’t know what to tell them. So I’ll call her tomorrow as soon as I know if Sprite like us or not…

I spent the rest of the day and night making face masks. My landlady said that if I made them, she would sell them. So yesterday I managed to find at Aldi a king size duvet cover set. The pattern is terrible. It looks like a throw back from the 80’s. But it was 100% cotton and I needed to make some viable prototypes, the fabric stores are not open. So, I got it. After my dinner and sitting, I went upstairs and started making the face masks. The real time eater isn’t the sewing part, but the cutting and folding and ironing. When I got one done, I brought it over to my landlady so that she can see what it was that she was going to be selling. But damn … it turns out that all her methods fell through. Many of the markets & boot sales that will be opening up on Monday will only be accepting food vendors. She’s not a food vendor. She was hoping to sell them there, and now she can’t. Now I have an ugly king size duvet cover and a couple of cut up pillow cases….,

I was hoping to make some money off this. You see, I’m really good for business ideas. I’m really good with running a business. But I am the worst salesperson. I couldn’t sell water in the middle of the desert! But my landlady can sell ocean water to a whale! … It would have been a Great match! So, what do I do now? … Well, I decided to keep the ugly duvet cover. It couldn’t be any worse than the century old one that we have now, that Ricky brought from the home when he moved in. … I think he had it since he was a kid?… Anyway, I’m keeping the cover, and went ahead and made 3 more from the pillow cases, and then another 8 for tomorrow…. Yeah! They were BIG pillow cases! I’ll see if I can sell them for a 5er each. … They’re selling some in the Quay Co-Op for €15! I think mine are better, but I don’t see anyone buying one for more than a 5er! There are so many tutorials out on how to make your own face mask. Even instructions on how to make a face mask out of an old sock…. I certainly won’t make my fortune on this because everyone will be making their own soon enough…

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More and more people are starting to protest the lock down, that just doesn’t make sense to me. There is a clear and distinct plan on when and how the restrictions will be lifted.  If they would just be patient, then we would be out of lock down soon enough … They’re idiots … A friend, that I never met in person, but I love her still, Christian in I think Kentucky said an old phrase that I long forgotten; “… Send them to school, and they’ll eat the books …” I love it!

There have now been 24,048 confirmed cases  and 1533 deaths in Ireland

15 May 2020 = Covid-19 Blitherings Of A Silly Middle Aged Woman

… I really need to figure this out … How do you wind down, relax, kick back when your methods of doing so is a direct contradiction to the way your live-in whatsernut does? … I’m thinking that the base of the problem is that I am project oriented, and Ricky is time oriented.

Ricky will schedule out his day, no to the minute per say or an exact time, but he’ll say that he’ll do yoga for 1 hour, then he will read for 45 min. Have his lunch and afterward watch a documentary on YouTube for 2 1/2 hours. Webinar at 4pm, News at 5:30 & 6pm. Have dinner, and so on. Everything is loud, btw, if I didn’t know that I have super sonic hearing, I would think he was deaf. And if you are in the vicinity he will be compelled to tell you everything he’s reading about and watching, whether you want to hear about it or not … You can’t say no, because he is so innocent & enthusiastic about it. You just don’t want to squash it by saying that you’re not interested. … OK, that’s another tangent for another day… The way Ricky winds down is by watching YouTube, again very loud in the dark with candles. He’s been good to put in his earbuds, but of course I can still hear it loud and clear. … Oh! I know! Maybe if I put earplugs in as well … So, that’s Ricky…

Me? Apart from my class/work schedule, if I have a good stretch of time, I will work on any number of my numerous projects one after another or more likely as many of them as I can all at once until I can no longer think through them. At which point I will do something mindless like knitting or crochet while binge watching a show or taking refuge in an old comfortable movie I have seen a million times. Before Ricky when I was living on my own, I would play my flute and dance around like Pan while drinking a bottle of something that was 40% or higher. … Sometimes outside at 3am …

Nearly opposites with no convergence of any kind … I have to figure it out, because I’m working while I’m waiting for him to go to bed so that I can turn the lights on snuggle in on the futon and crochet a leftover blanket while hate watching Star Trek Voyager. … Ugh! Honestly I don’t think I’ll get through all 7 seasons! Seriously so far the story lines are recycled, wooden, & forced, the characters are hollow … except for the Dr. I like the Dr.  … And the acting! I think the term is “Canned Acting”? … Sorry, I digress … You see, I don’t get to wind down until after midnight so I end up staying up until 3 sometimes 4 in the morning until I can  get to sleep … We’ll talk about the snoring another time …

Maybe, … maybe … maybe I won’t have to figure it out? Maybe, if we get Sprite, all of this goes away? … I know! I know! That’s a really deep rabbit hole I’m dancing around. But you see, with a new pup, and a border collie that, you have to have consistency, you have to have routine. It will be like having a perpetual 3 year old that is constantly pushing their luck. … Maybe that will force us both to comply to a norm that we can be happy with?

… I figure IF we get Sprite, it will take longer to train Ricky than it will take to train  Sprite. It will take longer to train other people than it will take to train Ricky on how to train Sprite! I had a hard time of it with Dodger. I swear people were going to call the cops on me for animal cruelty because I wouldn’t play tug of war with him and I wouldn’t let anyone play tug of war with him either. And it will be the same with Sprite!

… The logic behind that particular instance, was/is if a kid had something in it’s hands and offered it to Dodger knowingly or unknowingly, Dodger takes it but the kid doesn’t let go, Dodger will think it’s a game of tug of war and pull the kid over. The parents will be upset and tell me that Dodger needs to be put down… You think that this is a hypothetical, but I’m actually speaking from experience… Where was ? … I’m all over the place tonight.

… I’m wondering if I need to write out the house rules and the commands for Sprite, or should I tell Ricky he has to take notes. … Probably a bit of both… But there I go, assuming that Sprite will come home to us soon … I can’t jump the gun again, too much heart break involved … It will all have to wait until she is actually here at home with us!

… I have to stop talking about Sprite. I don’t want to get my hopes up and jinx the whole thing… Instead, like last night here are some photos of Dodger. Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.

On another note, I finally changed my broadband and mobile service to Eir. But it won’t go into affect until 4th of June. I was told that Eir customer service was really bad, but so far, they were really helpful. Now Virgin Media, you can’t even contact their customer service to close your account. They require 1 month notice, so I will be paying a double rate for 2 wks. … What I am hoping is that with Eir I can get better mobile data coverage down in the hall off my phone. That way, I can possibly start having seminars at least, on line. Again I will have to wait until 4 June. I also, jumped the gun in an email to the Dean, saying that I wanted to start reopening the school starting 16 June. I read the phases wrong. I can’t do anything until phase 3 … or was it 4? I’ll have to look again. So I had to write another email telling the Dean to forget the 2nd paragraph of the last email. I actually sat at my work computer burning up with embarrassment.

I baked my 11 loaf of lock down porridge bread. I’ve been bad on my intermittent diet since Tuesday when I got that scare that I will lose Sprite to a family in the country. I self medicated with some late night snacks. I’m happy that I didn’t go over board, but still upset that I fell off the wagon. Just have to concentrate and start again.

There have now been 23,956 ?onfirmed cases and 1518 deaths in Ireland

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