I am getting away from restaurant food. I can make tacos that are better (and cheaper) than Taco Bell or the South Clubhouse. I use ground beef (drained), a couple packages of taco seasoning (prefer the kind that is extra spicy), a box of taco shells, and hot taco sauce. I end up with tacos for three or four big meals.

Today I made up a big batch of sloppy joes. Mine are really good. I made them with a lot of chopped onions, catsup, mustard, a little salt, a pinch of sugar, and about 1/8 tsp of ground cloves. I’ll be eating sloppy joes for quite a few meals but I’m not complaining.

I really have no desire to go out to a restaurant.

I do enjoy some commercially frozen meals: Marie Callender’s chicken pot pies, frozen lasagna, Kiev chicken breasts, Shepherd’s pie, and some Lean Cuisine meals. I have a favorite frozen onion ring (Alexia’s) but frozen french fries don’t impress me.

I can fix a great air fried steak and super baked potatoes with crunchy skins).

It’s been a while since I’ve made any pork chops, but I do like to make them with rice, onions, and tomatoes and I’ve been known to make some excellent breaded pork chops. My pot roast was also excellent but it’s been a while.

In the near future, I’d like to make some goulash with tomatoes, onions, and elbow macaroni, some spaghetti, and maybe a pot of chile. Chicken and noodles is also a favorite of mine. I know my dishes are limited. I really don’t like a lot of exotic stuff.

No, I’m not becoming a cook but do a few pretty good dishes. I need to experiment a bit and expand my list.

Let’s see what I can come up with. What stuff have I enjoyed in the past?

I remember Mom would make “stinky steak.” It was a marinated steak. I have the recipe. I also have a good recipe for country style spare ribs. I used to make fried chicken. Cube steaks with onions in the slow cooker or pressure cooker would be good.

I’m going to work on my “I-can-make” recipes. I’ll brush off those dishes I haven’t tried for a while and/or some I am sure I’d like.

I haven’t sworn off restaurants completely. I do like China Chen’s General Tso’s chicken, I like pizza from South Shore Pizza. I used to love Chinese style Mongolian beef or beef with green onions and green peppers, and on Fridays there’s nothing better here than Fiori’s all-you-can-eat fish. (In Saginaw, the Moose’s walleye is better, but I’m now a Florida girl.) Burgers from Beef O’Brady’s are really good and I like a few dishes from Palm Court’s carry-out (chicken stir-fry, French dip, and Philly cheese steak.) It’s been a while since I’ve gone to Denny’s but they have great burgers and their BLT’s are really good. When I go to a restaurant like Little Harbor I generally order a chicken Caesar salad.

I really need to expand the stuff I can make. I’ll work on it.

Ken and I dated before the pandemic was really in full force (February-March 2020). I didn’t feel comfortable with his Covid-19 attitude and now I remember why. Back then I knew I wouldn’t chance being exposed to the virus. He wasn’t about to protect himself and I feared exposure because of his lack of concern. We parted and I felt it was for the best.

He called yesterday and we came very close to arguing. He kept saying the hike in Covid-19 numbers is just created by politicians and not real. He doesn’t feel Covid-19’s continued danger is valid. I disagree.

I know too many people who are affected by the virus. I know hospitals are full and turning away patients. There’s a genuine risk. He says it’s all made up and those (like me) who believe what’s being reported, are just gullible. According to him, we watch too many news programs where invalid news is distributed. It’s all political.

I am not willing to take a chance. If the authorities say it’s becoming more dangerous, I believe. If I feel there’s a need to wear a mask, I’ll do it.

I try to separate my feelings of him from his “out-there” statements, but it’s hard.

I was wise to avoid him at the start of the pandemic because he was blind to the approaching crisis.

He did get the vaccine and in April of this year, when he came back into my life (early April 2021) it seemed that the virus was under control. We never talked about how he felt about Covid-19. But now the numbers are going up again. His attitude was revealed yesterday. He knows I feel he’s wrong and I know he’s not going to change his mind.

He believes he’s very knowledgeable and superior. In this case, he’s wrong!! (He may think he’s very smart, but I know I am too.)

I don’t know how much of his belief is tainted by Trump. We don’t normally talk about politics or the virus, but it’s an underlying difference in our beliefs that is hard to ignore. Yesterday he made enough statements that I disagree with that I couldn’t just pretend. Maybe his being gone now is good. I’m feeling we don’t have to and probably won’t start back up when he returns.

Yesterday I received a call from a Sun City Center fellow who’d seen me on Our Time dating website. He wanted us to get together so we made a date for today (Saturday).

While “Our Time Guy” was talking on my phone, Ken tried to reach me. When he finally got through to me, I felt guilty. I do enjoy Ken’s company but not the situation he has created for us.

After talking to the other guy a couple of times, we decided on a visit rather than the dinner and sunset he’d suggested for our first “date.”

But shortly after that, I received a lovely bouquet of flowers (lilies, roses, daisies, and more) from Ken. The note with it said, “Thinking of you. Love, Ken.”

I just couldn’t accept the flowers and be thinking about him, while leading someone else on. So I called my “Our Time date” and explained that I need to resolve my relationship with Ken before I lure in another guy.

I’m glad I did it. Ken is super sweet and I know I really care for him. I know this new guy doesn’t do a thing for me. He’s just a “guy.” I’m not that hard up. He may be truly nice, but he doesn’t ring any bells for me.

So with my date with the Our Time guy cancelled I will enjoy Ken’s flowers and think about him. I don’t know how I’ll feel when he gets back here. I do know that I can’t ignore the time we’ve enjoyed.

Tomorrow is the third year anniversary of my arrival here in Florida as a full-time resident.

I remember wandering around my Lake Cecil house taking in all the lovely views the night before I left. It was a special home.
Photos of my Lake Cecil home
John and I enjoyed it completely. I wish I could have a home like that here, but it’s definitely a Michigan, not Florida residence.

I wonder if the new owner is enjoying it. I wish I could see the changes that he’s made. Since he also bought my furniture, it probably looks pretty much the same.

Two afternoon euchre games a week (Monday and Thursday) and either a dance or karaoke on Tuesday evening. Until the renovations are complete and Jubilee Hall reopened at the South Clubhouse, I probably won’t go to Thursday evening’s Rock N Rendezvous. Might occasionally go to the Moose on Friday night.

It’s typically very hot during the summer months here in Florida. It rains almost daily and temps are over 90. At least everything’s green.

I’ve heard from Ken a couple times, but he’s really too busy to be concerned about me.

I haven’t lost weight but I am still hoping. Even though I’m not toned up, I keep thinking that Ken says he doesn’t want me to lose weight.

Last night (Friday) I thought about what I wanted for dinner. I thought about Ken’s Friday night choice: fish at Fiore’s. (I fixed my own dinner, but the fish idea still sounded good.)

I went to the senior dance and Rock N Rendezvous and apparently didn’t impress anyone but I thought “I impress Ken.”

I had planned to close up the gap when he left, but to be honest he still has an influence on me. I’m sure by the time he gets back, his influence will have waned. I’ll see.

I’m sticking to some promises to myself.

I went to two Euchre games this week (Monday and Thursday). I also went to a dance Tuesday and Rock N Rendezvous Thursday.

Today, after giving a lady a tour of golf cart routes, I came home and took my car out for a drive to keep the battery at its best.

The singles dance last night (Tuesday) was ok. I danced with a few guys.

Monday I went to the Moose euchre game and had lousy cards plus I was rusty. (Won the boobie prize.) It was fun.

With that in mind, I’ll play euchre Thursday at the Whistlers.

I realized last night when I was trying to get to sleep that I need to get some chores accomplished before they get any more out of hand.

In the garage, there’s a ginormous pile of boxes left from my purchases (especially during the pandemic).

In my closet, there’s a mess of stuff to be donated and stuff I need to hang up. I just keep adding to the pile. I need to wash a lot of the top layer (the stuff I need to hang up).

I also needed to finish installing my new sound bar on my great room TV. (I can figure out how to change to volume from the remote.)

After worrying about my laziness last night, I turned over a new leaf and I’m whittling down the chores.

The closet is looking better. I’m still packing up stuff to donate, but at least I know what needs to go.

I’ve figured out my sound bar. It’s now working perfectly. (No more garbled sound.)

Instead of getting rid of all of the boxes, I’m using some for the stuff that needs to be donated that’s in my closet.

Oh, and I also need to clean out my fridge but I’ll do that on Tuesday so it can go in the garbage.

Another big chore is going through all my bedroom drawers and getting rid of stuff I no longer wear.

One day of work and I’ve accomplished a lot. I’m glad I’m finally off my butt.

I slept through Elsa, the storm. (Actually I woke up several times to make sure everything was ok. It was.) It doesn’t look like it impacted our area. Yes, the trees are dancing, but someone just walked past on the cart path and the sun just peaked out. It’s a typical day.

The alarm has sounded. I’m now officially in a hurricane zone. With my upgraded windows, I feel my place is as safe as any place here in the area. I’ve mentioned to a couple of girlfriends that if they feel they’re in danger, they can stay with me. I might have company, but I doubt it. I can sleep several extras (futon in guest room, inflatable mattress, and couch).

The clubhouses are closed. I have my menu planned for tonight (sirloin patty and crusty baked potato).

It isn’t as scary as I’d thought it would be. The winds haven’t really picked up and it looks like any other day. Things could/should change over the next twelve hours.

I spent today getting ready for Elisa. She’s supposed to pass through my area tomorrow.

All of my lanai and patio furniture has been relocated so it’ll be safe. My house feels disrupted because I have the “palm lamp” from the lanai in my dining room, the lanai and patio furniture piled up on the lanai, the garage freezer isn’t easily accessed because the hanging plants are on top of it. I have a pile of chair cushions in the garage. It took all day but I stuck with it. I’m ready for almost anything.

My lanai (screened-in on the entry side of my condo) and back patio open (out my sliders with a roof over it) are loaded with furniture. With the approaching storm (now forecast for tomorrow), I need to move all of that stuff so it won’t blow.

I am not very strong and I’m easily worn out, but today I knew I need to muster all my physical resources and get my stuff safely battened down. So far, I’ve taken care of the lanai. The chair cushions are now in the garage and the heavy metal frames stacked.

My major concern is moving the two heavy lounge chairs from the back open patio. I almost feel like I could lower the backs making a tighter profile and leave them, but I hate to risk it so my plan is to get them into the now sorta empty lanai. Once I move them, I can roll up the rugs and secure them. The two lovely hanging geraniums will be relocated inside the condo. I have two small tables that’ll need to be moved but they’re light so no problem.

I can’t do it all at once because it saps me, so I’m doing it a few pieces at a time. I used my golfcart to take a load to the garage (cushions).

I want to finish moving everything today so I don’t have to worry about it tomorrow.

Little by little I’ll do it!

Friday (yesterday) I worked at the Emergency Squad and since it’s been raining a lot, I figured I’d better plan to drive my car. So Thursday evening I went out to start it. Thank heavens I did because it wouldn’t start. Apparently the battery was dead.

It was towed to the Brandon Honda dealership. I was disappointed that a car with 882 miles on it wouldn’t start but it was explained to me that even with the car off, the battery has lots draining it.

I will drive it more. Obviously I want it to start when I need it.

This morning they called to say it was fixed and I could come after it. I was concerned about getting to Brandon to claim my car. I finally called Connie, a girlfriend I play dominos with, and she was glad to give me a ride. We had heavy (blinding) rain and it scared me. Connie is an excellent driver and she made it with no problems.

I had to wait a while to get my car back (the person who had made the arrangements was working with another customer). I finally got on the road with a plan in mind. I wasn’t driving on I-75, but instead I’d use the State Road 41, which I used to take when John needed to go to Tampa General. Except for heavy rain when I started out, the drive was ok.

I did have to stop for gas and that was almost laughable. I didn’t know how to get the gas cap open, and couldn’t figure out how to work the windshield wipers. But after struggling, it all worked and I made it.

I must say that the car is comfortable, and if I was more familiar with the features, I’d probably love it.

I will drive it a lot more!!! I promise!!

During the Covid virus period, we were all shut in. I have to watch it because I find myself slipping back into isolation. I really didn’t mind being alone. I know it’s healthier to visit and have friends.

With Ken gone, I am reverting to last year’s ways. I turn on the TV and pet Sophie. That’s it!

The weather hasn’t helped. It has rained nearly every afternoon. I can’t see going out if it’s lousy weather.

Life currently isn’t exciting but I’ll get by. I hope to go to the dances and activities at the clubhouse (when it’s not raining.) And I vow to drive my car more.

Today I went grocery shopping just after noon. I’m home now with Sophie cuddled up next to me. It’s gray outside and there are spotty showers. My Jay Ungar and Molly Mason concert is tonight as well as the second hockey game for the Tampa Lightning. (Not just a game but the 2nd game of the STANLEY CUP FINALS!) I can watch both (the concert on my computer and the game on the TV.)

Tomorrow I will go to Rockin Rendezvous at the South Clubhouse (provided the weather is decent). Friday is my Squad day and I might go to Fiore’s for fish with a girlfriend. Saturday morning my cleaning guy will be here. Sunday is 4th of July with music at the pool. Monday I might play euchre. Tuesday is a Senior Dance. I may not take in everything, but I’m going to try to stay busy.

Ken came over last night for a short visit… our last. (We watched the Tampa Lightning’s Stanley Cup Finals first period.) We’d known this day would come. He told me he’d miss me but he was busy thinking about stuff he still needed to do.

Today I fully realize I’m responsible for my happiness and contentment. No man can do that for me. And I am going to enjoy life. I’m not promising Ken or anyone anything. I don’t know if I’ll welcome him back or not. If I’ve adjusted, will I want to start over?

Ken’s gone but I have been using him as an excuse to be lazy. I need to get some long-postponed chores done. (Like my closet and my garage organizing.)

Tonight I had planned to go to the karaoke evening at the South Clubhouse but it looks like it’ll be stormy so I might not. (When it rains here in Florida, it can be blinding.) I’ll see. Kinda feels good to just have a day with nothing planned.

I want to go to Publix to pick up a BOGO sale item. I need to go today or tomorrow before the sale ends but tomorrow might be better because it’ll give me a chance to add to my grocery list.

Ken is leaving tomorrow morning for about eighty days. He’ll be busy so I’m sure I won’t be foremost in his thoughts but he claims he’ll really miss me and I’m sure he will.

Tonight Tampa Lightning hockey club is playing the first game of the Stanley Cup playoffs. Ken will watch it with me (as he has all of the playoff games.) I’m sure he won’t stay late because his departure will be early tomorrow.

It’s been a fun time. We’ve spent countless hours together since we resumed our “friendship” on April 6th. He’s a great guy but I can get by without him if that’s what’s required of me. I don’t like the up and down nature of our relationship and it might be easier on me not to think in terms of “resuming” when he gets back. I’ll see. No promises but I’m not totally closing the door.

Ken’s time here in Sun City Center is very limited. In less than a week he’ll be heading to Georgia and then New York. He keeps reminding me that he’ll be back in September for a short while before he leaves in November for the holidays but those are long periods of absence.

I’ll adjust. I’ll have to. He’ll be busy running his business. I’ve watched him get ready to leave and I realize just how much work it entails. He’s been swamped with countless chores.

Most every evening he comes over for a few hours (Showing the effects of hard labor.) I know he’ll miss me (and I’ll miss him). It’s great having a friend I can talk to and share thoughts. Maybe when he returns we can pick up where we are leaving off but I’m not making promises. Admittedly when I attend events alone, I will be looking over the “selection” single/available guys. There aren’t many I would consider.

Going to dances, Rockin Rendezvous, Karaoke, and the Moose will be strange without a “date” but I’ve done it before and I’ll be ok. I hope I am asked to dance at least occasionally.

My daughter Kelly is coming for a December visit. We’ll have fun, fun, fun.

With the news that Ken is leaving June 28th and will be gone a great deal of the time until the first of the year, I am adjusting my plans.

Maybe some Fridays I’ll go to the Moose in Ruskin.

I don’t need to have a girlfriend with me. I’ll try to get used to driving places with or without a friend. But I’d like to get to know other single ladies who like to have fun like Rachel, Kay, and Brenda.

I really need to get more comfortable in my car. The Moose or Little Harbor are close enough so I start by going to places like that without being afraid.

Life is too short to avoid socializing.

I’m sure not complaining. He comes over mostly in the evenings. We watch sports (hockey, football, baseball and collector car sales.) Our conversations are varied. Sometimes he explains his projects or details of his jobs. We talk about our pasts and enjoy getting acquainted. Wednesdays (8-10 pm) are reserved for Jay Ungar and Molly Mason concerts. He’s brought Tess, his dog, along a couple of times. Tess and Sophie are getting used to each other. Sophie wants to play. Tess ignores her.

Usually we get a carryout from the South Clubhouse or go out for dinner, but yesterday I got a rotisserie chicken, baked sweet potatoes, and prepped some carrots. It was a decent meal.

Ken and I have been spending lots of time together. I certainly don’t want to commit to a long-term relationship but at the same time, I know I’m having a great time! He’s sweet and old fashioned. We have some different political viewpoints but he isn’t argumentative. I ignore the differences just as I did with John.

A year and two months ago, when I spent time with Ken, I definitely didn’t like the idea of “dating” a guy who would be gone over the holidays when most of the fun stuff here goes on. But I’ve changed my attitude.

I am enjoying Ken so much. Yes, I’ll miss holiday parties (especially New Years Eve) but it would be perfect if I can convince Kelly to come and visit. And even if I’m alone, I have decided that being alone is better than being with someone just to be with someone. With Ken I truly enjoy being with him. And maybe Ken will surprise me with more time over the party season.

We’ll see. It’s a long way off. Maybe we’ll go our separate ways by then but I hope not.

I’m determined to lose weight. Yes, I’m hungry a lot of the time but it’ll get easier as I adjust.

I have been sticking to certain vows:

1. Keep my food “points” consumption to 21 or under.
2. Move more. I even bought a FitBit Inspire 2 wrist step tracker.
3. Exercise at least a little.

I’m wearing my FitBit all the time. I would like a goal of at least 5,000 steps to start with.

The main effect of the pandemic for many of us has been weight gain. I am one who gained a lot!! I’m ashamed of my body. Yes, it’s getting older but no excuse to be so heavy!!

I followed the old Weight Watchers plan about 2002 and lost 20+ pounds. I’m determined to do it again. Yes, Weight Watchers has a new plan but I have the tools for the old one and since it worked for me, I’ll try it again. I started Saturday (for practice) and started journaling my food points yesterday. I’m using the weight I showed Saturday as my base weight and so far I’ve lost over a pound.

Today I ordered a high tech pedometer which will arrive this afternoon. I need to move more. I think I’ll start by taking Sophie for a short walk and then increase it. She’ll love it and I need it!

I told Ken I’m dieting. At least I’ve made the announcement so I’ll be more apt to follow the restrictions of the diet.

I can’t complain at all. I have a great life.

I have been more active as the pandemic restrictions have been lifted. I’m playing “in person” euchre Thursdays, and maybe I’ll add Mondays.

I have a special guy in my life, Ken. He’s been super sweet. Lots of time together and long conversations. He brought me an orchid the other day. We have had dinners, TV watching, sunset, and he’s very attentive.

Because of his job, he’s going to be gone a great deal of the year. I will miss him over the holidays most. Somehow I’m finding that the past year has conditioned me to be alone. It isn’t so bad.

It’s not like i’m looking for or want marriage. But a guy who wants to be with me is great and Ken is living up to everything I could hope for.

My calendar is filling up. Yesterday I played Euchre at Dave and Kathy Whislers, today I’m going to Pat’s where we’ll play Mexican Train Dominos. Mondays I can play euchre at the Moose. Tuesday three of us will have lunch of tacos at Evie’s new place. It’s strange to have stuff to do.

Actually I didn’t mind being home and kinda look forward to an idle day.

Ken’s out of town so I won’t be seeing him until sometime next week when he returns. We have no plans, but I’m sure we’ll be together.

I’ve continued to have some fun times with Ken. We spent NINE HOURS Sunday together. Didn’t do anything worth noting but enjoyed watching TV (game shows, home improvement shows and random programs). We had lunch from Palm Garden and we talked… lots!

Tonight there’s a singles dance. (Actually it’s called a senior dance since a few married folks can and do attend.) Ken thought he’d be out of town so he gave up his seat. Unless there’s a cancellation, it’s doubtful that he’ll attend.

I will pick up Pat. Since I work at the Squad tomorrow, my plan is to get home early.

The good news is I feel really good!! I had a few days when I was under the weather but I think I figured out my problem and I’m purring.

I don’t know what I’ll be wearing to the dance so better go start planning.

Lunch with the girls (Caroline and Joannie) today at Glory Days Grill on Big Bend Road.

This week I’ve spent lots of time with my renewed “man friend” Ken.

Yes, Ken has been a super nice date. We rekindled our friendship after going to the singles dance Tuesday, the 8th. Our previous friendship started just before the virus and then ground to a pandemic halt. This time we’ve talked more and I’ve found him very nice, helpful, and quite compatible.

Monday we went to Little Harbor for their awesome sunset. Tomorrow night we’ll go to dinner at the Moose. He’s visited several evenings to just be together and so far, I’ve liked those nights most!

But he has a big negative. He’s a very successful business man and will be heading out-of-town to participate in business commitments. It gets worst: Most of December, he’ll be away. It’ll be definitely tough to go from a guy who’s around a lot to an absentee guy but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt for now and keep myself from depending on his presence too much.

In the meanwhile, I’ll enjoy our time together. and see how things progress. I definitely don’t want a forever relationship anyway so maybe I’ll enjoy being on my own part of the time. I’m finding that alone doesn’t bother me any more.

The weather is warming up. Kings Point is recovering from the pandemic. Hopefully there’ll be more activities to enjoy. I miss Kings Point’s socializing and look forward to being able to plan for fun stuff. I’m going to start going to the South Club Pool. After June 1st, I can even invite Ken to join me at the pool.

Almost three years ago, I lost John, on May 12, 2018. Those first days while I was in Michigan were difficult, but a Florida friend (Valery Whipkey) sent me the link to a Willie Nelson tune, “Something You Get Through.” I played it over and over (dozens of times a day). It got me through that rough time.

You can see what I wrote on my blog on May 21st 2018:

Something You Get Through

Back then I also went to Willie Nelson’s “You Tube” page and wrote: “My husband just died (May 12th). A friend sent me a link to Willie’s tune. Boy, it hit home! I had 33 wonderful years and I’m hurting. I think Willie wrote it for me.”

SURPRISINGLY WILLIE NELSON WROTE TO ME THIS MORNING…

Willie Nelson said:
I’m so sorry for your loss Sharon?? please accept my sincere condolences. Well thank you so much for being a fan of my songs??, Those comments of yours went straight to my heart??. I sincerely hope you never stop listening to my music ???.also

My friend, Shelly, posted some vital information: “An average person farts 13 times a day.”

She added, “Finally I’m above average at something.”

I took her information and absorbed it. Now throughout the day I find myself counting. How many do I have left?

Afterall I don’t want to exceed my limit.

Oak tree pollen is heavy. As usual it bothers me when I expose myself to the outdoors. If I stay in I’m much better.

When I’m affected, my eyes itch and I’m more stuffed up. Yesterday I only went to the South Clubhouse to pick up tacos and I took my garbage can out to the curb. I was uncomfortable last night and right now I can tell I exposed myself.

I find that my sheets/pillow cases must be laundered more frequently. It is my reminder. I do have eye drops that help but the best way to avoid the problem is to stay inside and keep my air filters running. I am much better than I’ve been other years when I didn’t have the new two air filters. If it rains hard, the pollen will be washed away and I’ll have a few days of reprieve.

This afternoon I’m going to an outdoor concert. I’ll wear sunglasses to keep it out of my eyes and I’ll take an extra zyrtec. Let’s hope it helps.

I may not have time to change my bedding until tomorrow, but if nothing else, I’ll change my pillowcases before I go to bed tonight. I know my hair catches the pollen and it’s left on my pillow. Maybe when I get home, I should brush my hair out in the garage.

The concert is the only time when I’ll be out today. I am really uncomfortable right now with itchy eyes so I might not have planned to go if I’d known how bad my allergies would be. I wonder if using my eye drops while at the concert might help. I’ll try anything.

About 25 years ago, I met a polite English gentleman (Pat O’Riordan) at the Southern Michigan Dulcimer Festival. He sold handmade penny whistles. They were lovely. I was so impressed that I bought a set of two – a C and a D (which worked with one mouthpiece and two bodies) and later a low G. Even back then, they were considered very expensive (a couple hundred dollars for the G and more for the two whistle set.)

Today I looked on the internet and found that Pat had died. His instruments are even more valuable. The set of two was worth about $1,500 a dozen years ago. The G was probably equal to that. His whistles are considered the best but none are now available. They are in demand. I could sell them for whatever I wanted. So I went looking for mine.

I know they are here someplace but I can’t find them. They were in the top drawer of the dresser in the guest room which I gave away a couple years ago. Before I donated it, I cleaned it out completely. I know it was empty, but I can’t remember where the stuff went that I took from the dresser. I have a storage room with lots of bins and I’ve stored stuff under my bed. I’ve also added all new bedroom furniture in my room so there are several drawers where I could have put the whistles. There is a nine drawer dresser in the guest room, a craft basket, a couple end tables. There’s also a large TV console with four drawers. The whistles could be in any of those places, or in my dining room, or… well, there are lots of places.

I’m thinking of hiring a helper/organizer to assist me as I go through my stuff. I won’t stick to it if it’s just me but if I hire help, I will work through everything and get rid of a lot of the junk I don’t need. Purging needs to be tackled.

With a $3,000 (or more) prize someplace, it would be worth the hunt.

This afternoon I needed to go to Ace Hardware which is quite a distance by golf cart but the weather is lovely (80+ degrees) and I was glad to get out. For the “occasion,” I decided to wear a cute lightweight purple and white cottony/floaty dress. What I didn’t count on were the 20+ mph winds. My dress was blowing all over the place. I tucked it under my legs but it kept breaking loose. I’m surprised I wasn’t arrested for indecent exposure. I kept fighting it but it blew anyway. I’m lucky that I wear modest undergarments. If you hear any wild stories about an old lady “displaying” herself on Rickenbacker and Kings Blvd. I’ll deny it, but. . .

I bought a new decoration for my great room. It’s a parrot (or looks like one).

I’m calling him CharlieII or Charlie the Second.

We had Charlie (the cockatiel) for many years but John’s doctor decided Charlie’s feathers were affecting John’s lungs so we gave him to a nice lady.

Here’s a photo of my the original Charlie next to my new CharlieII.

I ran into Charlie’s new owner at a euchre game and she told me Charlie had died.

Now that I’ve had my inoculations I can feel fairly safe. In fact most folks are reaching the point where it’s less risky to be around people. Therefore a lot of the virus restrictions are being lifted.

I rarely leave the condo. Yesterday was a good example. Never went outside at all. (It was a chilly day and started out rainy so there was no incentive to go out.) Today the sun is out but I have no plans because it’ll be lucky to reach 70.

This morning, I thought it was Monday. It’s Sunday. I went several hours a day “off.” Finally the absence of regularly scheduled TV shows caused me to question the day of the week. I have no excuse because I have a clock that, in addition to showing the time, temp (in and out), and date, provides the day, which clearly reads “SUN.”

So I’m all straightened out now.

I have a long “to do” list. Nothing really important but stuff I want to be able to cross off my list. Guess I should get busy!!

I spent the past hour re-reading my blog entries starting with some in January 2020 but zeroing in on the pandemic in March 2020. I primarily read about the progress of the covid-19 virus and our reaction to it. It sure has been a rough year. Feels like it’s been lots longer than a year!

Kings Point shut down on March 16th, 2020. I remember thinking it would be a month or two. Two weeks from today we’ll be celebrating the one-year anniversary.

My birthday is later this week (Thursday). Last year I was really sick. This year I feel really good. I had allergies last year but the addition of the two air purifiers have helped and allergies aren’t nearly as bad as previous years. A couple weeks ago I had some stomach problems, but eliminating extra meds have helped. I feel good and normal now.

It’s been a rough year and I’ve gotten to the point that I don’t care about going out, even if it’s not risky. Today I did visit a neighbor, but other than that, I didn’t leave the house. I have to get the garbage to the curb by about 8:30 tomorrow. I’ll do it! It’s hard to leave if you’re comfortable where you’re resting. Right now Sophie is curled by my side. Why would I want to disturb her just to go to the mailbox?

My life is kinda in a rut, but I don’t mind it. Actually I’m happy even when alone. I no longer feel like I am going bonkers staying inside. I’ve adjusted. It’s gotten lots easier.

Occasionally I call a friend, or write on Facebook, but I don’t miss going to parties or dances It’s what it is.

I know I’m 98% protected from the virus but I still stay in. I did go with Evie to Fiore’s Friday for fish. It was ok. I think I’d rather go to Sunset Grill next time we have a warm night. Maybe I’ll drive over there on my birthday even if I’m alone. I can still enjoy a sunset. I’ll see. I don’t want to make anyone feel they must accompany me so I’ll just do it on my own.

1. I will probably never wear earrings.
2. I’ll rarely wear a bra.
3. I’ll never look for a male relationship.
4. I’ll spend money more freely.
5. I’ll probably continue to stay inside a lot. I like it!!
6. I doubt that I’ll ever be comfortable being close to folks dancing. Maybe line dancing will be ok.
7. I’ll rarely wear perfume.
8. I’ll give up the idea that I’ll ever be “in shape.”
9. I’ll rarely wear any footwear other than sandals.

Last year I had a small skin cancer on my upper lip. It was no big deal and the scar is barely visible.

My dermatologist appointment this week resulted in another biopsy. It’s on my thigh. Even if it’s malignant it won’t be visible. Only problem is that I had hoped to go to the pool this week and until it’s healed, I won’t be going. If it’s malignant, I might be unable to go for a while. I really hoped to go. Oh, well..

Thought I had my stomach issues resolved but it keeps reoccuring. It’s not as bad but not totally gone. Maybe it’s just taking awhile to heal from whatever was wrong before.

In case the IBgard is contributing, I’ve stopped taking it and everything extra. I’m back to two Advil before bed. Nothing else.

I almost feel normal but still a bit gassy.

My painful stomach and excessive gas has continued to bother me but maybe I figured it out.

Many years ago, a doctor suggested taking an over-the-counter medicine for my bad back. I think it was Tylenol but maybe it was Aleve (or maybe both). I tried but couldn’t take it. It caused lots of discomfort (upset stomach).

Worse for me are Opioids. I’ve had them prescribed but couldn’t take them so no one has to worry about me abusing ‘scripts.

A couple weeks ago, I started taking Aleve at my current doctor’s suggestion. If I remember correctly, I had the same symptoms of stomach pain as my previous bad experience. I have stopped taking it and I do feel better.

I have also started taking IBGard which will help if I have irritable bowel syndrome. (I do have all the symptoms.)

I’m tired of feeling rotten. I really want to get to the pool. Life is too short to spend it inside in solitude.

It’s a cloudy day so today’s a good day to stay in.

I wanted to “get out” on my golf cart today so I almost went to McDonald’s for lunch but decided to skip lunch and instead I fixed an excellent early dinner: tender filet steak, crusty baked potatoes and a glass of Moscato wine. It was a tasty meal. Really good and I’m totally content.

Right now it’s pouring outside! I’m glad I’m not on the roads.

I am finally feeling 100%. I have ordered some over-the-counter IBgard med to help with gastric problems. Hope it’ll help when I have another spell like I’ve just gone through.

I used my air fryer today and pulled the “basket” out bare handed. What was I thinking? It burned and I have a blistered finger. Guess if that’s all that’s wrong, I am ok.

Today I started giving out “hug rings.” They’re attractive but not expensive (in fact cheap). I bought a bunch. They arrived today. I want the ladies I care a lot about to have a hug from me. I’ve already given away a couple but I have lots more to give. I want my lady friends to know that they are important to me. The rings circle the finger but are easily adjusted.

I still have folks on my list of recipients. I hope I’ll see them soon.

Today is Valentine’s Day. These rings have nothing to do with the holiday. The thought was that the receivers will feel appreciated. Hugging during the pandemic has been discouraged. These rings take the place of a physical hug.

For some reason I’ve felt really rotten since last Saturday. It may be a reaction to the second virus shot I got on Friday, but by now it seems I should feel better.

I’ve had constant gas, stomach pains, slight headache and I’ve been bone tired (exhausted). I haven’t heard those are reaction symptoms but everyone seems to react differently.

Almost everyone I know is getting their vaccines to protect against Covid-19. I’ve been truly afraid to expose myself to others, but the inoculation should help us get back to normal life. It’ll take about a month after the second shot for our bodies to create immunity.

We’re all getting two shots which should give us over 90% protection. I was lucky the Emergency Squad arranged for us to get ours. Yesterday was my second shot.

I had a houseguest for four days, Michele. She’s a Mexican snowbird. She spends her time between Kings Point and Mexico.

Michele was scheduled to go back to Mexico at the end of January so she’d rented her condo for February and March. But then the opportunity to get the vaccines came up. Getting her second shot was really important to her. The soonest she could schedule it was Thursday, the 4th of February. With her tennents arriving before that, I invited her to stay with me for the four overlapping days.

We had a pleasant time. This area of Florida is going through a cold spell so going outside much was undesirable but we hunkered down. Didn’t really do much.

She left yesterday really early (4:00 am). I was up when her driver picked her up so I was really tired all day.

I was able to get my second shot in the late afternoon. Went to bed about 9:00 pm and didn’t really wake up until 8:00 this morning.

Today and tomorrow I can be totally lazy which I need. Tomorrow is Super Bowl Sunday and Monday is my duty day at the Squad.

I have made some changes to my condo.

I bought two new end table lamps. (Sold the old ones.) Thursday my new sofa arrived. It’s a dark gray quality leather. I actually liked the look of the off-white one that was here before but it was wearing out. (The “pleather” was looking slightly shabby and the springs were sagging.) The new one gives me really good lumbar support. It really feels great on my back. The recliners are powered so it’s easy to get comfortable. The color may be too dark but I’m adjusting by adding a table runner that lightens up the table and lime green pillows are helping. Eventually I want to get rid of the current tables and get some that are lighter. Those changes will make it all blend together.

I keep improving my condo.

This week my two new table lamps were delivered. They’re simple but stylish.

Today I’ll have the window treatments in my bedrooms (x 2), dining room, and at the ends of the sofa installed. I think it’ll make the bedrooms and dining room much more appealing. (The old mini blinds are totally out of date.) The new top down and bottom up room darkeners should work great for sleeping and will allow a nicer view.

My new slate colored leather sofa should come next week. It’ll really change the great room’s look. I still need to upgrade the coffee and end tables in the great room and totally re-furnish my guest room. I guess I’ll never have everything finished and that’s the way I like it. New projects make the place feel fresh.

As my last post indicated, I was optimistically feeling that there was hope that the pandemic was winding down.

But today it was announced that the 2021 Evart festival has been cancelled because there’s a feeling that things won’t be sufficiently protected to allow crowds to gather. Afterall the under 65 year olds haven’t started to be vaccinated and that’ll take many months.

Maybe my friends Pat and Connie will be able to join me for games of Mexican Train Dominoes by the end of March when we’re all protected by our inoculations. I know it’s not going to be 100% but maybe close enough to risk it. We’ll read the reports.

It’s strange… You get your hopes up, and then they are dashed. I just hope we’ll gradually feel comfortable with others around us. I know this lifestyle isn’t normal.

The pandemic rules are still in place. We’re still wearing masks and we’re staying in isolation but somehow the end feels closer.

I was given my first Covid-19 vaccination on January 9th and on February 5th I’ll have the required booster (or second shot). Immunity isn’t instantaneous but a month after the second shot we should be protected. It feels different to have hope that soon we’ll be able to socialize. It’s been so long!!

I noticed Bob and Sue Bemis have just returned from their northern residence. Usually they’d be back in the fall but at least they’re here now. Maybe some others will drift back as the immunity spreads. I sure hope so!!

We have Canadian friends that are not able to cross the border. (They can fly but not drive.) Their Florida residences are just waiting for them.

I’m watching the inauguration of the 46th president, Joe Biden.

I’ve watched most of the inaugurations that have occurred in my lifetime. This is very different. There ae no huge crowds. The pandemic and the riots two weeks ago have prohibited the close gathering of people.

Pamela Harris is the FIRST WOMAN VICE PRESIDENT. She’s also the first vice president of color…. female and colored. What a change!! She grew up the child of immigrants. Often the vice president becomes the president. Wouldn’t that be something. She’s an excellent speaker. I like her!

President Trump is back in Florida. He flew out this morning on Air Force One. GOOD RIDDANCE! I’ve never felt so strongly against a politician but Trump was the wrong person to represent our country. Hopefully Biden will be a great improvement.

I had tears when “The National Anthem” and “God Bless America,” were sung. And while singing along the Garth Brooks to “Amazing Grace,” I also cried. It was an epic day!!

I don’t understand intelligent folks who wanted Trump to continue as our president. Even after the attack on the capital, they still supported him. Why? I hope they eventually agree to unite.

I won’t attack my friends who see things differently. They have a right to their feelings. I just hope Biden can convince them that he is the man for the job.

Washington D.C. was deeply wounded by the January 6th invasion by Trump supporters. Now we’re approaching Inauguration Day this Wednesday and the world is holding it’s breath. Will there be more problems.

I’m amazed that there are still Trump supporters. They’ve grown quiet but they make subtle comments that show how they feel. They still feel Trump is/was awesome. Trump himself has retreated and he has basically resigned and let Pence take over.

Joe Biden will soon be sworn in as president and hopefully life will be more tranquil. I hope that we regain the position we once held in the world scene.

I knew when Trump was elected that it was a mistake, but I hoped I was wrong. Here was my view of the 2016 election results. “My fears.”

The breaching of the Capitol building.

I’m saddened by this frightening situation. There was one fatality. But even if no one had died, the spirit of our nation was threatened. The ballots of the individual states were being presented to show that Joe Biden is our president-elect. The riot was intended to challenge Biden’s successful election.

We look bad to other countries. I’m embarrassed. Our whole system was challenged.

What I (Sharon Skaryd) learned in 2020: I learned that I can live truly alone as long as I have my dog to talk to. I discovered Zoom which is a great way to see folks at a safe distance. I learned that there are alternatives to shopping in stores (delivery and Amazon). I found that there are really only a few things you really need: a good bottle of wine and a supply of toilet paper. As a single lady, I found I’d rather be alone than with someone I’m neutral about. I found that for me throwing away leftovers is wiser than storing them in the refrigerator only to eventually toss them anyway. I discovered that TV movies repeat and repeat and repeat. I found that everyone responds differently to being isolated. It got easier for me but for many it has been really tough. A good book is a great way to relax before bedtime. I found that wearing makeup, bras, shoes, and matching attire is unimportant as long as you’re comfortable. I found that the news can be depressing so it’s better to avoid it. (What will happen will happen without my input.) I found it’s a good idea to occasionally make a list of stuff you have frozen. Review the list when you can’t think of anything for dinner, otherwise you’ll forget what’s there. Online services like banking and even online concerts are truly valuable. Talking to yourself is completely ok. When I feel I need to “get out” for fresh air, there’s nothing better for me than a nice golf cart ride. Sometimes I pick up carry-out lunch and park in an isolated spot with a book and enjoy my “picnic.” Yup, this is my list of what I learned in 2020. Make your own list. You’ll be surprised at how wise you’ve become.

I stumbled across the most comfortable outfit I own. It’s a pair of soft, roomy lounging pants with a long sleeved tunic top which is made of cloud like fabric. Even though it’s only 71 degrees in my great room, I’m comfy. No need to go out nor do anything today. Tomorrow I’ll be busy, but today I can just veg with my Sophie baby. I think I’ll just take it easy.

To be honest, I haven’t been feeling well. Something has caused me to have an “uncomfortable” digestive system. I am just not up to par. I’m wondering if it’s my coffee. I bought some Dunkin Donuts hazelnut coffee and I love it, but since I added it to my mornings, I’ve felt rotten. I think tomorrow I’ll skip the DD hazelnut and go with regular coffee.

Since Christmas, I haven’t gone out of the house. I don’t mind staying in and my dog loves it.

I’ve enjoyed countless mindless movies on Lifetime and Hallmark channels. I haven’t taken any naps (but might today). I’ve had lots to eat but nothing that takes much prep time. Today I’ll warm up some (previously made) taco meat and have either tacos or nachos. (Any left will go in the freezer.)

I keep reminding myself: “I thought 2020 would be the year I got everything I wanted. Now I feel 2020 has been the year I learned to appreciate everything I have.”:

I thought 2020 would be the year we got everything we wanted. Now I feel 2020 has been the year we learned to appreciate everything we have.

Yesterday, Christmas, I received a Hallmark card from my brother, Denny. Usually Christmas is the only time we exchange messages. I have been calling him every month or so, but not as often as I should.

The card read:

“A SISTER
is a lifelong blessing.
Your warm smile, your generous heart, and your kind spirit are such wonderful gifts.
You have blessed me with more than you know.
Merry Christmas”

And then at the bottom, Denny had written “Thinking of you so much anymore.
Love, Den”

if you know my brother, you realize how out of character the card and message were.

And then about noon, he phoned me. I can’t remember that he’s ever called me before. I was at a friend’s house so suggested that I call him back when I could talk more freely.

I did. Our conversation was long and revealed that Denny is afraid that his cancer is back. And as he said, “I have no one!”

I assured him that I’d be there for him no matter what. I’d fly in at a moment’s notice.

We talked a long while. I told I can help him financially if he needs that and I’m there for him.

I’m so glad we talked. I will definitely stay closer to him. He needs me.

John died in May 2018. Christmas 2018 I was sick with a very bad cold for a week or two before Christmas and didn’t feel like being with anyone. I cancelled all holiday plans with friends and stayed in bed all medicated up. I was really sick! It took until February to feel back to normal.

Last year (2019) daughter Kelly and son-in-law David came from California and we had a lovely time.

This year is my third without John and if I let myself be lonely, I sure could be. I’m definitely more alone this year than ever before. The isolation created by the pandemic has meant that single folks like me are often alone in their homes for days on end.

I’m not complaining.

This week I had a friend ask if I mind being alone. I realize I actually like being by myself. I enjoy having friends I can talk to, but I don’t mind being by myself. I find stuff to do: I watch TV, I read a lot, I work on my financial files, and I play online games. My life of isolation isn’t all that bad. I guess I’ve accepted that it’s unlikely that life will ever go back to the “old normal.” I miss the fun we had, but I’ve adjusted.

Yesterday I bought my 2020 Christmas dinner makings. No turkey!!!! I had too much over Thanksgiving and still don’t want to see turkey again for a while (probably about a year).

I bought a thick (over an inch) ham steak and a second similar steak was free. (They are vacuum packaged so should be good until mid-February.) I also bought some sweet potatoes (with skins) so I can bake them, some cranberry sauce (jello, pineapple, etc.) for my yummy cranberry salad, and a chocolate cream pie. I’ll make a few biscuits or get some rolls. I might even pick up some sides from the deli. It’ll be a good holiday dinner and easy.

Christmas isn’t something I look forward to this year. No one to share it with. I’ll probably call Kelly, Linda, and Evie. And I got a cute gift for Sophie that I hope she’ll enjoy.

I guess I’ve had enough wonderful Christmases in the past. A lot of folks don’t have the life I’ve enjoyed. So no complaints.

Jay Ungar and Molly Mason are two of my favorite musicians. They are famous for compositions like “Ashokan Farewell” and “Lovers Waltz.” Actually they have lots of other lovely tunes to their credit.

One of my new favorites is “The Love of My Life.” This lovely selection is performed by Jay on fiddle and Molly on piano. What rare talent!

Here’s one of my favorite CD albums. The most familiar of the tunes on this collection is #14, “Ashokan Farewell” but also “Lovers Waltz” (#12) is very popular.

If you click on the “The Quiet Room” words, you’ll see the whole album. You can listen to any of the selections.

“Ashokan Farewell” has been said to be the most beautiful modern composition. I know it can still bring tears to my eyes. So much music from two instruments (fiddle and guitar).

Yesterday I wrote out a couple of checks: KPW, an insurance plan I pay annually and it covers all appliances, A/C, furnace, and just about everything that could go wrong with my condo; and KP Sportsman’s Club dues. I could put stamps on them and mail them, but both of the payments need to go within KP and I need an excuse to get out. Therefore, I will deliver the two envelopes.

The temperature should get up to 75 which sounds super. Unfortunately showers are also on the forecast. The periods of 2:00 and 3:00 so I plan to head out during the time between the rain.

A little before 7pm I realized my cell phone was lost. I have an app on my phone which allows me to go on my computer and signal my phone to play its ringtone so I can search for the lost phone. It’ll play for a solid five minutes while you try to locate it. Unfortunately five minutes wasn’t enough, nor was ten, nor fifteen and on and on. I kept looking for it as it played the fun music. My concern was that the phone would run down if I didn’t find it and then it would be even harder to locate.

The sound seemed to come from my reclining sofa but I couldn’t find it! Sophie even tried to help me.

(I should explain that being deaf in one ear limits my ability to directionalize sound so it’s hard to know where sound is coming from. I could tell it was loudest by the sofa so that’s where I centered my search.

I finally moved everything around and got down with a powerful flashlight. By now about an hour had passed. I was plum tuckered out! But I found it! It was vertically wedged between the sections of the sofa. I couldn’t reach it by going down into the space. I had to open up the reclining part and crawl into the sofa from underneath.

It wasn’t damaged nor had it run out of battery power. But I was sure hot and tired! Not the way you want to spend an hour.

In the process of looking, I also located a lost comb and lots of dog hair.

All summer it was uncomfortably hot outside so I didn’t venture out much. Spring and fall lasted about two days. Now it’s winter and too dern cold to spend time outside. When it warms up so temps are in the mid-70’s I’m going to go out and recline on my lovely patio. No more hiding out inside.

I found a web site about the weather in Sun City Center. It says: “The cool season lasts for 2.6 months, from December 8 to February 25, with an average daily high temperature below 75°F. The coldest day of the year is January 18, with an average low of 52°F and high of 71°F.”

About the “hot season” it says: “The hot season lasts for 5.0 months, from May 7 to October 5, with an average daily high temperature above 86°F. The hottest day of the year is July 17, with an average high of 90°F and low of 76°F.”

Since those two seasons total 7.6 months, we can expect glorious weather for 4.4 months.

The heat is one thing, but another factor is humidity. According to this informative page, “The muggier period of the year lasts for 7.3 months, from April 9 to November 17, during which time the comfort level is muggy, oppressive, or miserable at least 35% of the time. The muggiest day of the year is July 30, with muggy conditions 100% of the time.”

Quoting the site, “The best times of year to visit Sun City Center for general outdoor tourist activities are from late February to early May and from mid October to early December, with a peak score in the second week of April.”

So using the above information, it would appear that I’ll need to wait until February before I can expect nice temperatures.

Web Site information — “ Weather information for Sun City Center”

It appears we’re being short-changed because it should be among the best time to visit here!

Heat’s on so I’m cozy but it’s dern chilly!!

Yesterday I used my golf cart to take my Christmas cards to the big outgoing box on Kings Boulevard and about froze.

Since I’m staying inside most of the time, I am comfortable. I don’t mind being in my condo. I read a lot, tackle a few chores and watch TV (movies especially).

My cards and on line Christmas shopping are finished. Tree and decorations are in place. I can be lazy!!

Christmas dinner will be ham, baked sweet potatoes, cranberry salad, maybe another salad, pie and a nice wine. Easy peasy.

My financial guy, Rick from Ameriprise, has been investing my funds for many years. He invested the money from the sale of our farm, our Michigan house, our car, our RV, and more.

With the Covid-19 situation, a lot of folks are having a hard time with finances. I was pleasantly surprised that my funds grew significantly last month. I’m earning more monthly in interest than I did when I was working.

I guess I should believe Rick when he says, “Spend more!” Surprisingly there’s nothing I want.

I paid cash for the car bought last month.

I keep looking for a new couch but I haven’t found what I want. I know I want a power recliner like my current one, but I want it of high grade leather that can stand up to Sophie’s sharp nails, not stain, and will wear like iron. I thought I wanted white, but I realize that white will discolor so I’m now thinking of a gray. When I can get out more freely, I’ll go to someplace like the Florida Leather Gallery and order what I want.

For Christmas I am sending more to my family and I have been more generous with my contributions to charities. I’m so lucky to be able to help others.

I posted to this blog on June 17 about a fellow I’d had a date with. He died two days ago. Shocking!!!

…. and now it’s cool! Tomorrow morning we might wake up to temps in the 40’s. Since the problem was the thermostat, the heat was also out.

My new thermostat is really nice. It works with my Alexa system so I can change the heat or cool settings from my phone or just voice my wishes. I can be totally lazy. When I wake up in the morning, if I’m chilly, I can tell Alexa to turn up the heat.

Since it’s 76 degrees (actual temperature), it’s comfortable with nothing running, but to test it out, I just said, “Alexa, change the heat setting to 64.” I’m sure if it gets down into the 40’s I’ll be glad to have a little heat!

Turkey doesn’t even sound good so I froze the rest of the meat and fixed a chicken Kiev for my main meal today with left-overndressing, mashed potatoes, gravy and corn.

Why is it that when one thing goes wrong, there’s always a series? Thanksgiving Day my air conditioning died. My golf cart was already acting up. I can’t have the cart serviced until this Friday, December 4th.

Having the A/C worked on would have cost $35 because it’s a holiday weekend and I have paid for insurance, so I’ll wait until Monday when it’ll be covered.

I knew I’d have a problem with Kings Point Warranty service (KPW) because in February I had Tampa Electric install a thermostat and change my service which was supposed to lower the cost of my monthly bills. It’s an internet system and very complicated. I hate the thermostat and don’t see where it’s saved me any $$, so after talking with Tampa Electric, I decided that instead of paying the $35, I could have a handyman take out the current thermostat and install a new one which should allow the A/C to be turned on. The new thermostat will work with Alexa. It will be easy to use!! But despite the new thermostat, it still won’t turn on. There was more wrong with the system that the electric company had indicated. The transformer in the Air handler is not functioning. Hopefully tomorrow KPW will come and fix it. On Wednesday, Tampa Electric will pull out their whole system. Yeah!!!!

So I’m waiting for the A/C and for the golf cart to be fixed!!

My tree is lovely. The outdoor decorations are satisfactory. I’ve started gift shopping. Hope my two problem areas will soon be solved.

I’m not doing as much as yesterday.

Today I folded clothes, did a load of laundry, made a cranberry salad for tomorrow, and rearranged my projector holiday lights. Nothing really astounding but I didn’t watch a single movie and moved around quite a bit.

I am realizing that I’ll have trouble tomorrow putting a dent in my menu. I am planning on:

Dressing (from scratch)
Biscuits (6)
Turkey 7lb breast
Corn
Mashed Potatoes and Gravy
Cranberry salad (I’ve made it in two bowls so I can take some to Evie)
Olives & pickles
Apple pie (whole) w/ice cream

I just tried to eat a 10 oz. Marie Calendar pot pie but couldn’t finish it. Obviously I’m not going to be able to eat much of what I prepare. (Note: Sophie loves pot pies so she finished it off.)

Usually my days are empty and I accomplish very little, but today I was determined to tackle my to do list.

I changed a doctor’s appointment that conflicted with a meeting I must attend.
I finished decorating my Christmas tree. I worked several hours on it.
I put more water in my golf cart.
I paid my Hillsborough County property taxes.
Called my insurance company and then I paid a FEMA flood insurance bill.
Called several girl friends.
Did a load of laundry.
I managed to get a lovely mistletoe ball up.
I called my golf cart shop and scheduled an appointment as soon as I can get in. (Dec. 4) (Battery is bad.)
I drove to Taco Bell and brought back lunch.

I still have several items on my to do list and I still need to drive to Brandon Honda to get the car’s scratch fixed and a couple little things.

My windows were washed yesterday so they are sparkling clean and I’m enjoying the lovely view of white birds gliding over the pond behind my place. Folks are parading past in their sweatshirts and jackets. It’s been a long while since it’s been this cool. Right now it’s 64 degrees but it is predicted to get into the high 70’s this afternoon. I should head into town. It would be a good time to drive my car but I don’t feel like moving. Lazy Sophie is stretched out on my lap. Why would I disturb her?

Recently I’ve become friends with a wonderful entertainment duo (Jay Ungar and Molly Mason). I am really enjoying the time I spend with them on line. It’s not a “normal” friendship in that we’ve never met, but I feel surprisingly close to these talented, music-minded folks.

We facebook occasionally and they know I listen to all of their live streamed concerts. But I know that to them, I am just a fan. Famous folks have fans hanging around all the time.

I’ve learned to be content with what life hands you. Right now, “knowing them” when they perform their concerts has to be enough. I am lucky to have this much contact with such an awesome musical couple.

I guess I’m no different than others who follow famous folks. I’m awe-struck and I’m impressed.

I could listen to them continuously but I guess that makes me a typical fan.

Time flies by. I don’t do much but the days go past so fast.

Today as an example, I spoke with my financial guy, Rick. Some income hadn’t made it to my bank account and my property taxes will soon be due. I made a couple calls and got a return call from the repair company regarding my new refrigerator. It’s leaking when I use the water dispenser. (Repair will be done Tuesday.) I also worked a long while to fix some of my Alexa devices that turn on my lights. (Finally got them working again.) And I called United Health Care to make sure that my supplemental insurance policy is still the best one for me.

The hours passed, but I have nothing to show for my day.

When we were snowbirds and I was viewing the weather from my Michigan vantage point, I was always filled with a certain anxiety as a hurricane would approach.

The most direct hit while I was a “watcher” was in 2017. You can see what I followed as it approached: Hurricane in 2017

Back then, I felt I needed to be “home” to protect my much loved Florida residence. I’m here now and Hurricane Eta is approaching. Predictions are that it’s only going to be a category 1 at the worst so not much to worry about. I’m safely inside. Yes, I’ll need to venture out to collect my garbage can after our regular Wednesday pickup. But, other than that, I plan to stay put. My hurricane windows should protect my place. Yes, I should have moved by heavy reclining lawn furniture inside, but it hasn’t budged so hopefully it’ll be ok. (I can’t lift them so it’s difficult to relocate them.)

This morning I saw this warning:

After tornado and tropical storm warnings were issued about 12pm, I went over to Linda’s condo and closed her hurricane shutters. It really made the place dark, but at least it’s as safe as I can make it for her.

I will enjoy my Jay and Molly concert tonight while the winds howl.

The past four years have been difficult. Our president rubbed many folks the wrong way. After he was elected, I told John I feared that he provoked so many bad feelings that I was afraid he’d be assassinated. Thank heavens Democrats have more patience and are better people than that. There are so many crazies out there that you never know. I am totally aware that actions like that would only split our country so I was fearful. I’m glad my fears were never realized. I had many sleepless nights worrying about a man I didn’t respect.

Hopefully President Elect Biden will unite our country.

Our nation is celebrating the election of Joe Biden. He appears to be a gentleman who cares about the people regardless of their party.

Our country needs to heal. I certainly won’t gloat but I will quietly hope that life gets better as the new president takes over.

I’m afraid of the election outcome.

Sadly Trump may refuse to leave the office if he isn’t re-elected. If that happens, what can we expect? I won’t be going far from home while the country is in an uproar. Business windows are being boarded over and fences erected. There’s a real fear of problems.

Tonight I’m focused on CNN, MSNBC, and Fox. I need to “turn in” early because tomorrow I work at the Squad so bedtime will be about 9:00 pm. I won’t know the future president when I go to sleep, but that’s ok. It’ll happen without me.

Four years ago, John and I watched the election results. I cried. He was silent. Some of our friends thought he was a Trump supporter, but he just didn’t like Hillary. Later he told me he was sorry he’d help elect a man like Trump.

My 2003 Mercedes served me well. We bought it used February 18, 2018, for $5,000. As of last week, the mileage on it was about 76,000.

I traded it in Saturday (October 24th) on a 2020 Honda CRV Touring. The CRV has all the bells and whistles. It drives like a dream and can let me know if anyone stops in front of me, if I swerve off the road and it gives me other warnings. I love the back-up camera. the GPS and the many extra features. I WILL get comfortable driving again.

I remember when I would drive anyplace. It was something like 35 miles round-trip daily to drive from Frankenmuth to my job in Midland and back each day. Now I’m afraid to get behind the wheel. With practice and a lot of patient effort, I am sure I can get back into the swing of things.

Actually in addition to the car, I’ve been spending on several extra items. I bought a new stainless Samsung French door refrigerator. My old one is now in the garage for beverages. (Note: in July but because of the Covid-19 virus, Samsung Was shut down for several months and the delivery didn’t happen until Wednesday. I’m still trying to organize it. All my wine and soft drinks can be stored there.)

I also spent money on a new Philips electronic Diamond Clean toothbrush. List price about two hundred but I got it on eBay for $129! I’ve also purchased several Chico’s tops and pants. Love the way they fit.

There’s a new floor lamp in the living room (near the new loveseat) which looks grand and buying it allowed me to get rid of the one in the master bedroom.

I have a couple of new pillows on the loveseat. I also bought a couple of fake orchids but I’m about ready to get some new, lovely, real ones.

Soon my windows will be washed and I still want to get window coverings for the two bedrooms and the dining room.

Please use my experience as a warning if you are signed up for multiple automatic payments for insurance, electric bills, phone, etc. A lot of those kinds of payments use a credit card as their funding source.

My favorite Visa card for those payments was compromised a Tuesday. I several days going to the websites or calling the companies to change the credit card to a different one. True, it didn’t cost me anything but I spent my time updating my info. (Thank heavens, Visa contacted me and didn’t pay out to the frauders.)

It would have been easier, but three times I discovered that the source was my checking account (which hadn’t been compromised). It still took me lots of time. In the future, I vow that I will keep an accurate list of all auto payment accounts so if it happens again, I’ll be prepared.

Despite all my hard work, two payments got caught in this mess and were rejected. I contacted the recipients to let them know what happened. I certainly didn’t want to have a “bounced” payment.

My houseguest, Linda Conklin, left for Michigan this morning. I talked with her this evening and she said it’s astounding how many places en route are closed. Huge complexes are impacted by the Covid virus and therefore are shuttered. Canada has shut their border to us because the U.S. has so many virus cases. Little by today things around Sun City Center are opening up but I’m not comfortable being “out there” where I can pick up the bug.

I am going to an outdoor music concert Tuesday evening in Kings Point at the North Clubhouse. I’ll stay in my golf cart and wear a mask. I had to make a reservation to attend because numbers are limited. The vocalist will be at a distance so I doubt that he’ll be “masked.” We can’t bring alcohol nor move around. We’ll get to enjoy the entertainment but it is very restricted.

With the virus, life has continued to be quiet.

My good friend, Linda Conklin, has been visiting me for over a week. She’s moving back to Midland, MI, so she has her Kings Point condo on the market and didn’t want to be living there while it was being shown.

I’ve enjoyed her company. She’s an easy guest. Her plans are to leave Friday.

After John died, I got down here in July 2018.

One of my plans was to organize the master room closet but somehow I just took John’s stuff out and never really got it arranged.

And now I’ve gotten heavier! A lot of the clothes I wore will never fit me again and I’m also getting older so my style has changed. I can’t imagine I’ll ever wear all the crocheted sweaters I’ve collected. It’s time to purge.

So I’ve started the job.

I’ve made piles in my bedroom: nearly new, toss out, wash, hang up. I’m moving some to the guest room closet. Let’s face it, I may never need a winter coat, but in case I need to fly back to Michigan for a funeral I’ll need to have one available. I have lots of new comfy robes for the different Florida seasons. I need to eliminate all the old ratty ones.

I’ve been working on the closet project for several days. My back limits the time I can be on my feet but little by little I’m seeing improvement.

I’m concerned that the stuff to be donated may not be accepted because of the Covid virus. I could just dump the stuff but some of it is stuff I just purchased but it didn’t fit when I got it. It’s brand new!

I know that this declutter mood is prompted because I know my life is winding down. Even if I’m fortunate, I probably won’t live another 15 years. I’m pushing 80. Fifteen years was just a blink ago. It feels like I’ve wasted the past six months. Damn Covid-19!!!

I have some questions: How many robes do I need? (Especially when it’s cool here, I put on a robe early.) Should I save Mom’s once-valuable fur? Should I save some of my cutest outfits that are too snug now? (I do want to lose weight.) If I have enough cute tops for a different one every day all year, is that excessive? If I haven’t worn something and I’ve had it a couple years, is it time to chuck it? Party dresses are sort of a waste of space since I doubt that we’ll ever need party attire again.

I also need to get rid of stuff stored in the bins in the storage room. If I haven’t opened a bin in two years, chances are I’ll never want any of it and it’s not fair to Kelly to think she’ll use it.

My tchotchkes (pronounced chochkeys) keep multiplying. I have too many small trinkets and vowed I wouldn’t have any. My dining room’s corner shelf unit needs to be cleaned off (eliminated). I hate little nick-nacks.

My friend, Linda, will be staying here. At this point the guest room closet is overfilled. Hopefully I can weed things out so there’ll be room for her stuff. At least it’s motivation.

Linda Conklin has been my best friend for many years. I’ve never “crowded” her but we have always been there for each other.

Her husband (and my good friend), Wayne, died May 25th. I thought she’d decided to stay here. I knew she was considering moving to Mexico or to Michigan, but I hoped she’d realize that I need her and so do others. (She’s very active at the Emergency Squad.) But Thursday, just a three days ago, she let me know she will put her place up for sale NEXT WEEK. She’s already contracted a condo in Midland, Michigan.

I think she was keeping it from me so I wouldn’t try to change her mind.

Actually I understand her reasoning and support her.

While she’s moving, she’ll be staying with me. I’m glad to be able to be with her.

Kings Point is a place of constant change.

Here in KP, friends come and go. I’m slow to get close to people, and it seems that there’s no security in the friendships you make here. Age with the deaths that are inevitable is one of the biggest reasons, and after deaths, the remaining spouse often moves closer to family.

In addition to losing John, I remember losing Bob Taylor, Jay, Mel, Helen (next door), Bob who brought me gardenias, Wayne Conklin, Joe Cronin, and others.

And the Covid-19 virus is changing people’s plans. Lots of friends are selling their places and moving elsewhere. John and Brenda have their place up for sale, and the most recent loss is Linda Conklin. She told me today that she’s selling her place. I am feeling the loss of friendships.

I am afraid of the election outcome in November.

It doesn’t help that Sun City Center is overwhelmingly supportive of the candidate I feel is destroying this country. All over town you see yard signs for him. I fear that there may be too many to allow for the change I feel we need.

But then I think about how memories and feelings work. I’m hoping that maybe things will turn out ok after all.

My reasoning:

If you go through a lovely period or event in your life, the component parts (smells, sounds, etc.) stay with you. For me, when I smell Juicy Fruit gum or hear a particular melody, I’m taken back to a period in my past. If it’s a good period, it brings pleasure. If it was a bad time, the subsequent feelings stay with those reminders.

This year has been lousy for everyone. Won’t we all always associate the things that made up this year with the negative life we’ve lead? If it works that way, our current administration is part of that negativity and his election will fail. There will be change.

The year 2020 will go down in history as THE WORST! Hopefully when we get through it, life will return to the pleasant state it was before Covid-19.

But deep inside, I know since I’m already 78, even if I stay healthy, I won’t live long enough to erase the negative impact of this virus.

I’ve lost track of most of my friends. A lot of us hide-out (stay sheltered) to avoid the killer bug. All the fun stuff here in my lovely Kings Point Florida community has come to a screeching halt. Many friends who have homes elsewhere are deciding to stay up north. And Canadian friends are forbidden to cross the border by vehicle. The housing market is changing daily as folks put their places up for sale. I know I’ll never see some friends again. They were folks who were important in my life.

I used to plan for parties and dances. Not any more. I may never dance again nor stand close to a gentleman. Social distancing of six feet is the way of life.

Because I have nothing else to do, I’ve shopped online a lot. Now I have some new clothes, but there’s nowhere to wear them and since I’ve chubby-ed up considerably, a lot doesn’t fit or doesn’t flatter my filled-out body.

I bought a new digital camera, but I haven’t felt like taking photos. Nothing seems like an activity/event I want to capture. I don’t think I want to remember this period.

I find myself anticipating on-line gatherings and dressing up for them.

Today’s activity is a management-offered free concert watched from my golf cart. (But I can’t bring wine to enjoy.)

Pool time must be scheduled in advance. Masks are worn everywhere.

And there’s the HEAT! It’s been soooo hot (record highs) that even the pool isn’t refreshing and golf cart travel is almost unbearable. 95+ most days with high humidity. I could take it, if I could go shopping or visit friends but walking outside is like a blast furnace and there’s nowhere to go, so I stay home.

The only good thing that’s happened are on-line concerts presented Wednesday nights by Jay Ungar and Molly Mason. I love those times that are of comfort.

Normal life is non-existent. I still love my condo (thank heavens), but I’ve actually worn out my couch where I sit most of the time.

My smartest purchase ever was buying Sophie. She’s saved my sanity.

I try to remember how it was, but it’s difficult to put the current situation out of my mind.

And there’s our current president. I can’t help but feel he’s a big share of the problem. No, he didn’t cause the Covid-19 virus, but his reaction made it worse. There’s a very negative feel to the political climate. I fear that he may be re-elected in November, and if he isn’t, it’s probable that he’ll create problems.

I’d scream and pound the walls, but it wouldn’t help. Nothing will help until we get the virus under control.

And then there’ll be the rebuilding of confidence and the confidence of our nation. We’ll need to reacquaint ourselves with what it feels like to be free of this threat.

Last night I had a nightmare:

In it Sophie had disappeared. She was “shopping” with me and then she was lost. (We were in a big city at the time.) I kept calling “Sophie.” I was frantic.

John was also in the dream and I was sure he’d help me find her but I woke up before we recovered her.

Usually I forget dreams as soon as I wake up but not this time. I still have that scared feeling. I’m holding Sophie tight and loving her. What would I do without her?

I’m usually really careful about coming close to anyone but tonight, Larry, who is the driver who’s taken Kelly airport numerous times, stopped over and wanted Paul Hunt’s phone number. I invited him in without thinking. Since he’s a “driver,” he’s exposed to a lot of folks. He didn’t wear a mask and I doubt that he ever does. I just hope he didn’t bring the virus into my place.

I was never really “close” to him … maybe four or five feet. I am now concerned about the exposure. I should have been more careful. He only stayed five or ten minutes.

I washed my hands as soon as he left, but he really hadn’t handled anything. Nevertheless I’m now uncomfortable.

I’ll see how I feel, but I think I’m going to self-quarantine for awhile. I’d hate to find out that a few minutes of carelessness contaminated me. I’ll wear my mask if I’m around anyone. I don’t want to risk passing it on.

He looked healthy and didn’t show symptoms, but it’s hard to tell.

I used to be a competitive photographer. I belonged to the Photographic Society of America (PSA) and won lots of recognition with my nature photos.

But over the years, music took over our lives and my photography was pushed aside. Sure I would take grab shots with my cellphone camera, but nothing to brag about.

Recently I’ve missed my old hobby.

The camera I used to use when I was at my best was a film camera. Now everything is digital. I do have a Panasonic DMC-FZ18 Digital which has some capabilities but it has a steep learning curve.

Rather than try to relearn a dated camera, today I bought a fairly simple to use Nikon. It is supposed to be one that is good for someone like me, who doesn’t want to take forever to accomplish the skills for lovely pictures. My new camera is a Nikon D3500 DX-Format DSLR with two lenses, a Nikkor 18-55mm and a Nikkor 70-300mm. I hope it’s as easy to learn as they describe. One thing good about learning today is the online aspect. Youtube has lots of tutorials so I’ll have help.

Some things have changed since the start of the Covid-19 virus. My list of things that don’t really matter any longer keeps growing.

Examples:

Jewelry – I don’t care if I wear 14kt gold or anything precious. I have thousands of dollars in gems and precious metals, but why would I want to wear it? For whom?
Clothes – Stylish clothing no longer matters. Most of the time no one sees me, so wearing a robe all day would be ok. Because I’m bored, I do buy new stuff but it’s always roomy, loose and comfy.
My nails – Before the virus, I had them done every couple of weeks, but now I don’t want them manicured. I saw how difficult it was to grow them back to natural.
Meals can be simple and that’s fine. I haven’t been in a restaurant for five months.
Perfume and deodorant are for me alone. If I like it ok, but that’s where it ends. Why bother when I’m the only one who enjoys scents.
Wearing a bra is a rarity. I put them on only when I’m going out and wearing something where the lack of a bra would show.
I still care about myself enough to change my bedding and wash my hair on approximately the same schedule as pre-Covid, but I’ll bet there are a lot who don’t bother. No one sees us.
I have my cleaning guy come in every two weeks. I don’t want my place to smell like an old lady’s home. I want it to be fresh, but the virus makes it difficult. One 78 year old lady lives here. No one else is ever inside.

I remember when I was designing websites. (I had 13 sites at one time.) Back then, I was very good at using HTTP (Hypertext Transfer Protocol) to create sites that did what I wanted. I had the methodology for web design pretty much mastered, but I’ve forgotten most of it.

I wanted to line the two photos of my little dogs up but I can’t get them to be even. Not a severe problem but it bugs me.

The little dog on the left is Willow, who was born on June 2nd, 1998, and died April 29th, 2011.

On the right, it’s Sophie. She’s my baby now. She was born on September 12, 2018. She came to live with me on December 4th, 2018.

Because it’s just the two of us, I’m really close to Sophie. Yes, I loved Willow. She was smaller but she was closer to John. Sophie is on my lap most of the time. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

I moderate a Facebook page called Kings Point Sun City Center Residents. Today I copied (but I revised slightly) a message posted to Sun City Center Residents facebook page. The person posting said that the Covid-19 numbers in Sun City Center and Kings Point had skyrocketed since last weekend.

Since I am aware of a couple situations where the virus was found I felt safe believing this report. I knew for sure that the virus had been found in my eye doctor’s practice and also in my primary care physician’s office. I also heard of a situation where a lady in a neighborhood I’m very familiar with did not report her positive test results and played pickleball.

So I posted a very non-specific variation of the report which had been on the SCC Facebook page.

Immediately I was asked where I’d acquired the statistics. I said from another website but I included a disclaimer explaining I couldn’t verify them and I was just posting the information in hopes of making folks more aware of the continued risks and I said personally I’d be staying in more.

I finally got so fed up by folks saying no one should post what they can’t prove that I deleted the whole thread. (Hey, in the first line I had said I CAN’T VERIFY this information but it seems wise to be aware and more careful in case it’s true.)

The Covid-19 stats are going up. I’m sure of that! Reminding folks to be more protective seems wise.

It wasn’t worth arguing with folks who wanted PROOF!

I wonder if the karaoke nights (on Tuesdays) and the Rockin Rendezvous (Thursdays) will ever happen again at the South Clubhouse. I’d be tempted to go (provided the number of admissions was severely limited). I’d wear a mask. It would be nice to see folks having fun.

I guess I should go to the pool more. At least there, I see folks socializing.

See How 4-8 Year-Old Kids Describe Love. I copied this to my blog so I can read it when I need to remember the last answer.

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds: “What does love mean?”

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think…

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“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.”

Rebecca – age 8

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“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”

Billy – age 4

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“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”

Terri – age 4

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“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.”

Danny – age 7

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“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.”

Emily – age 8

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“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”

Bobby – age 7 (Wow!)

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“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.”

Nikka – age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka’s on this planet)

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“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.”

Noelle – age 7

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“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.”

Tommy – age 6

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“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.

He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”

Cindy – age 8

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“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.”

Elaine – age 5

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“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.”

Chris – age 7

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“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”

Mary Ann – age 4

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“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” (Now THIS is love!)

Lauren – age 4

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“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” (what an image!)

Karen – age 7

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“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.”

Mark – age 6

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“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.”

Jessica – age 8

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And the final one…

Here’s the one that made me cry: It was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,

“Nothing, I just helped him cry.”

It’s sad when an approaching tropical storm becomes something exciting and you actually anticipate it.

I will follow the storm as it approaches on the NOAA Hurricane Website. NOAA Hurricane information

I read this narrative and realize I’ve got it pretty good.

For a small amount of perspective at this moment, imagine you were born in 1900. When you are 14, World War I starts and ends on your 18th birthday with 22 million people killed. Later in the year, a Spanish Flu epidemic hits the planet and runs until you are 20. Fifty million people die from it in those two years. Yes, 50 million.

When you’re 29, the Great Depression begins. Unemployment hits 25%, global GDP drops 27%. That runs until you are 33. The country nearly collapses along with the world economy. When you turn 39, World War II starts. You aren’t even over the hill yet.

When you’re 41, the United States is fully pulled into WWII. Between your 39th and 45th birthday, 75 million people perish in the war and the Holocaust kills six million. At 52, the Korean War starts, and five million perish.

Approaching your 62nd birthday you have the Cuban Missile Crisis, a tipping point in the Cold War. Life on our planet, as we know it, could well have ended. Great leaders prevented that from happening.

At 64 the Vietnam War begins, and it doesn’t end for many years. Four million people die in that conflict.

As you turn 75, the Vietnam War finally ends. Think of everyone on the planet born in 1900. How do you survive all of that? A kid in 1985 didn’t think their 85-year-old grandparent understood how hard school was. Yet those grandparents (and now great grandparents) survived through everything listed above.

Perspective is an amazing art. Let’s try and keep things in perspective. Let’s be smart, help each other out, and we will get through all of this. In the history of the world, there has never been a storm that lasted. This too shall pass.

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I sometimes feel I have a sad situation because I’m alone and I’m more lonely than I’ve ever been, but when I evaluate my life, I’m truly comfortable.

Yup, my life is pretty good. I can’t complain. I promise to be more appreciative and less negative about my situation.

I signed up for Our Time dating service some time ago and I’ve met a couple guys.

With the covid-19 virus statistics growing, I am even more protective of myself. I realize I don’t want to risk being close to someone who could pass it to me. I definitely don’t feel any guy is worth taking a chance.

My most recent “date” came over an we stayed about 10 feet apart. He wanted us to go to a restaurant that he feels is “safe.” I don’t want to lower my guard.

But I suppose that’s all an excuse. If I felt he was a genuine connection, I’d do it. I can tell there’s no compatibility. His politics, attitude, values, direction, are all different than mine. All I want is someone who will call me and we can become friends. I don’t need a “lover.”

I am realizing that for me Sophie is better company than any guy I’ve met.

My pool reservations have been cancelled twice because of storms. I have a pool reservation for tomorrow from 5 to 8. Just checked and here’s the Accuweather forecast during my pool time: “Mostly cloudy w/ t-storms.”

Being outside is difficult when it’s 90+ degrees. This afternoon, as an example, it’ll be 93 degrees and the humidity forecast says: 62% (Dangerously Humid).

It’s funny that the Covid-19 virus is so ingrained in me now that it bothers me to see folks hugging on TV, even in movies that we made years ago.

I can’t count how many TV movies I watched this past weekend. Didn’t go to the pool at all. I had an angry scrape on my ankle and didn’t want it in the pool.

Today Connie and Pat are coming over. We’ll have our meal from the Portico at the South Clubhouse. It’ll be so nice to visit with good friends.

I do have a pool reservation Friday. (Doctor appointment Thursday, Sportsman’s Club meeting and Squad on Wednesday.)

Well, my pool enthusiasm didn’t last long.

I went to the pool the 3rd, 4th, and 5th of July but cancelled today’s reservation. I realized I didn’t enjoy the HOT water. It was so warm that most everyone left within 30 minutes. I hung around for 45 but dreaded today. (Although it may have been a degree or two cooler because it did rain last night.) I’ll attend Irene’s Zoom wine and cheese party today and stay cool (inside).

It was fun at the Pool. Water was too warm but I’m glad I went. Met some nice single ladies. I plan to go back every day I can. I need the interaction with others. It’ll also give me a nice tan and I’ll get some exercise.

I’m sure it’s the best thing I can do to resolve my “funk.”

Posted Wednesday, July 1st, on Facebook…

I’ve been staying inside most of the time. I’m really lonely. Usually I’d have been looking forward to a visit from my daughter (Kelly) even if it was a bit in the future. I’d have planned for the dances and parties that were always on my schedule (usually 2 to 4 monthly). My two or three times a week Euchre games have been eliminated. With nothing happening, I’m getting into a major funk that even Sophie can’t help me avoid. So today I decided to loosen up a bit. I made a reservation to go to the South Club Pool on the 4th of July from 5-7pm. (That pool is about a minute golf cart ride from my condo. For many years, John and I were daily regulars there but as his condition worsened, I couldn’t leave him. I’ve only been there once on my own.) If I have a good time, I’ll book frequently and it’ll give me something to look forward to. The pool’s virus protection routine is very structured with only about half of the regular attendance admitted. Reservations are ahead and for only two hours. The lounge chairs are wiped down before the next session starts. You can’t bring in food or alcohol, but water is allowed. I’ll try it out and the 4th of July seemed like a time to plan something.

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I went back and made a similar reservation for the 3rd of July. Why wait?

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Thursday

And I made one at the North Clubhouse for July 5th from 4-6. When I decide where I want to spend my time, I can make more but each can be no more than 3 days out.

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Today’s July 3rd so this afternoon I’ll head to the South Club pool. I have been trying to figure out my meals. I’ll eat a light lunch and for dinner I decided that it would work best to pick up a Portico meal after the pool time. I can get out of the pool about 15 minutes early because they quit serving at 7:00.

Back in December, Sophie tasted her first truly quality beef. I went to a Christmas prime rib dinner and brought her quite a bit for her. She loved it. Two times since then, I’ve fixed myself a steak and I’ve given her some.

Today I bought myself a lovely sirloin filet less than 3/4’s of a pound and 1 1/2 inches thick. I cut it in half and even half was more than I could eat tonight. Sophie knew from the time I took it out to the grill that her favorite meal was being prepared.

How would she know yummy steak was being prepped?

I didn’t fix much to go with it. I just had an ear of corn on the cob and some moscato wine. It was a great dinner, and Sophie’s sleeping it off.

I rarely leave my condo. Last time I went out was Wednesday, the 24th, when I brought the garbage can in.

It’s extremely hot … nearly 100! Why go out unless you have to? I have no real reason to face the heat and the risk of the virus.

Today is the 26th of June. Sunday, the 21st, I worked at the Squad and filled up my tank with gas. I’ve only out gone after the mail one time.

Starting on Friday, the 19th, I didn’t have my golfcart but I finally got it back on Wednesday, again the 24th. Funny but I missed having it but haven’t used it. It’s just been so hot!!!

When I see old photos of John and me it looks like we were over-the-top happy. It’s true. Our life together was blissful.

I can honestly say we were as happy as any couple I ever came in touch with. I don’t remember an argument (well, maybe one) but we resolved everything quickly. Life was so good!

I don’t expect to find that kind of happiness again. I know I was lucky to have it one time in my life.

In fact, to be honest, I don’t want another relationship like what I shared with John. I’ll always have those memories as his wife. Somehow, aiming for a similar relationship would reduce what John and I shared. I am content to remember.

Some folks feel that in a few months, life will go back to normal.

Others believe the end is near. The fatalists see the whole covid-19 situation and the race riots as signs from God that the end of the time is approaching.

I want to go back to December 2019, when Kelly was here. We had such a nice visit. There was no fear connected with going out in public. Now I panic when I think about folks being close.

Living in Kings Point has always been non-stop fun. Now it’s necessary to “social distance” (at least six feet apart). No dances, no pizza party, no Kentucky Derby party, no St. Patrick’s Day event.

I think about the differences six months have made.

I am sure that life is forever changed. Call me a pessimist but I don’t think we’ll go back to the time before the virus. I’m fairly certain it’s not the end of society. God wouldn’t punish us that way.

I stay inside most of the time. I work at the Emergency Squad and sometimes grocery shop but on average I probably go out about every five days and wear a surgical mask.

I heard China may be aiming for our electrical system with an EMP attack. I hope not. We’re dealing with enough.

Wednesdays have become my favorite days!

I have been enjoying on-line concerts by Jay Ungar and Molly Mason. They warm my heart.

Sophie seems to enjoy it when I hold her and dance around the room.

This whole Covid-19 virus situation is unbelievable. Six months ago, who’d have thought we’d be enduring the confinement and loss of so many activities that were important to us?

Life goes on and at some point, our lives will become “normal.” It’ll be a “new normal.” We all know we’ll never go back to the way things were.

I often wonder how John would handle all the changes. Maybe he’d do better. I am sure we’d do better as a couple. The two of us spent time in the Upper Peninsula where we’d be completely alone. True, it was only days at a time and not weeks extending to months, but we never had a problem being isolated. We did decide that we didn’t want to plan on that kind of life for our retirement years. Here I am faced with it, and I don’t have him to help me through being alone. Sometimes it’s really difficult.

Yes, I love to read. Yes, there are other things I could do alone. But the situation has changed me into a person who accepts boredom. I find myself occupied with online card games and puzzles. I look out the window a lot but I don’t go out.

If it was cooler, I would probably use my patio more but at 90+ degrees, it’s more comfortable inside.

I keep thinking that eventually I’ll go to the pool. The limitations make it undesirable but eventually I hope to go and float around. (I hope to go to the Nantucket Pool but the opening of it has been postponed as they complete some repairs.)

My idea of finding a “guy” to do things with has kinda tanked. I won’t hold my breath looking for a fellow. I will continue to glance through the Our Time possibilities but so far it’s been a dead end.

And businesses are finding the new climate is impossible. One of my favorite restaurants, Sweet Tomatoes, has closed for good. Someone said there’ll be no buffets. I doubt that our Michigan Club parties will endure. Dances are impossible.

I wonder if, with the new “social distancing” requirements, folks will ever get together to have children.

I found out that the guy I wrote about died on Thursday December, 3rd.

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I’m 78 but tonight I ran into a situation I thought only happened to young, virgin girls. I had a guy tell me he wants to take me to bed.

We haven’t even kissed and with the current virus situation, I don’t want to risk spreading germs. I’ve only had him visit my place once before.

I thought at our age, love-making would be limited to hugging and making out… NOT SEX.

He said he doesn’t want to waste his time nor mine.

I asked if just cuddling would be enough but he stated it’s not something he’d consider. (A waste of time.)

I had thought of him as a friend, but I’m not ready to go to bed with anyone. I don’t think I ever will be ready to do “that.” And even if I was “ready,” I now know he’s not the right guy. He insulted me by feeling I would so cheaply let him into my body and I won’t forget it.

The sexual situation bothered me so much I talked to my friend Pat about it and asked her if all senior women have to worry about old guys wanting to take them to bed. She said it happens but generally guys allow time for romantic feelings to grow. What I experienced was not common. She encouraged me to keep looking. There’s a guy for me someplace. I hope.

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Since that visit, I have received five phone calls from him. The first one I answered but quickly excused myself. The others I didn’t answer. And now I’ve blocked his number so they don’t even ring here. (But I can see that he tried. I wonder how he feels about the block.)

I am a lady. I plan to stay proper. I don’t need to feel dirtied by a man who thinks that two visits with me allows him “bedding” privileges. No way!!! I don’t care to ever speak to him again.

With the Covid-19 virus causing us to be isolated, I have been passing my alone time shopping on line. Now I’m over-stocked with stuff that I’ll store away. I have everything I “need” plus extras of most items.

Well, almost everything… The other day I realized I’ve been unhappy every time I take a shower because my shower cap is crap! I know most folks don’t bother with a cap, but my hair is fairly long and thick and when it gets wet it takes a while to dry. I’m an evening shower person and the elastic has broken so my hair gets wet just before I head to bed. It’s frustrated me to have this problem repeatedly. Several times I’ve purchased replacement caps at Walmart and at CVS but they’ve been too small or “lined” (and I hate lined shower caps).

So the other day I went on Amazon and found $3 shower caps that are perfect. I bought five! I’m a happy woman. I purr every evening at shower time. They have made my get-ready-for-bed time much more pleasurable.

Isn’t it funny that a little thing like a shower cap with elastic that works can please me so completely.

Life is good.

As if the Covid-19 virus wasn’t bad enough, last week the dams were breached which caused floods in Michigan. And now there are riots because a black man was killed by a policeman in Minnesota. (Hope they through the book at the cop if he wrongly killed the guy.) The riots first hit Minneapolis/St. Paul, but have spread across the country. Tampa was hard hit so they’ve established a curfew for tonight.

What more can this nation cope with?

The whole attitude of the nation is messed up. Hopefully after the elections, things will improve.

Of course the virus and weather won’t be improved by the elections, but maybe people would have a better attitude. Right now, it feels like the nation is falling apart. It scares me.

For a while it seemed we were coming together over the virus but now there are conflicting views about how “shut down” we should be. I take a moderate stance. I feel we can gradually open activities, but please, not too fast!!! I approve of limited use of the pools. I can definitely see pickleball, lawn bowling, and other outdoor activities resuming, but I can’t envision a dance. I would be willing to space ourselves out at a Kentucky Derby party, but lining up to get our food from a buffet wouldn’t work.

I doubt that things will ever go back to the way they were. (Not in what remains of my lifetime anyway.) The changes will remain. We stand further apart. We wear masks in places where contamination might occur. We wash our hands more and hand sanitizers are used a lot.

As I said in my last post, last week two dams in Michigan were compromised and it’s still a mess in Edenville, Sanford, Midland, and Saginaw.

Sadly last night I read that Traverse City (in the northwest corner of the Lower Peninsula), is also flooding.

For weeks after I got down here from Michigan, July of 2018, it would rain EVERY afternoon. That’s the same pattern we’re in right now.

Today started with rain in the morning before I was out of bed and it’s going to start up again later this afternoon. When it rains in Florida, it’s not like Michigan. It comes down by the bucketfull.

I say that but recently Michigan was hit with heavy rain totals and consequently two dams were compromised (in Sanford and in Edenville) and the whole area flooded. The two lakes formed by the backwaters of the dams have drained. Businesses have been wiped out. The Sanford house I bought in about 1963 is probably underwater. Midland, where I grew up and went to school is flooded, and M-46 which I took to go to work from Shields to St. Mary’s is impassible. It’s all really sad.

The area may never recover, and Michigan has been one of the hardest hit states with the Covid-19 virus. How much can people take?

But back to my complaint about “the rainy season.” Hopefully the pattern will move on but for now, we’re having showers or rains most afternoons.

The Covid-19 virus has changed so much. I can’t lessen the restrictions, nor would I want to expose myself to the risks associated with going out in public. I stay in but I am trying to add things to occupy my time and improve my situation.

I bought myself a Ninja Foodie air fryer/dehydrator/toaster/oven/etc. There is a lot to learn so I can get the most out of it. I’ve joined a facebook air fryer group and purchased a couple of recipe books. I’ve used my new appliance several times. It appears to do what I want so I’m happy with it. As I understand better how it works, I’ll use it even more. Soon I hope to make some air fried potato chips. Healthier than store-bought and tastier.

I’m promising myself more golf cart rides. Sophie would love it and it’ll get me outside rather than plunked down in front of my television set watching Lifetime, Hallmark and Netflix movies or game shows.

I joined the dating website for older folks, Our Time. (Almost immediately, I quit and got a refund, but according to “Our Time” I’m still a full member.) I’ve met a couple guys on the site: Henry from Sun City Center, and Bob who plays piano.

A neighbor here in Kings Point, Duane, has called several times and I enjoy our conversations. I also enjoy the other two fellows but so far no romantic connection with any of them. I can’t get close anyway (because of the virus), but I haven’t reached that point with anyone.

I am not ready to go to any dances because that would mean being in close proximity to my dance partner, and I doubt that I’ll ever feel safe enough to be within arm’s distance. I would like to go to dinner with a gentleman (and some places have opened with limited service), but I wouldn’t want to ride in a car with anyone. Closeby Fiore’s is open but I haven’t tried it yet. I know I could suggest to Duane or Henry that we meet there and they’d join me, but I’ll give it time.

Covid-19 has altered so much! Coronavirus lockdown is gradually easing but that doesn’t mean things are returning to normal.

What is “normal” now?

Our clubhouses remain closed but even if they were open, it’s doubtful that many would risk exposure by participating.

One club, the Sportsman’s Club, is going to start online zoom gatherings in June with a maximum of 100 attendees. (Membership is about four times that.) I will be there.

I’ve attended weekly Skype or Zoom parties. It’s not the same as “in person” but at lease you get to interact with friends.

Two of the swimming pools have opened but you must make an advanced reservation in a specific 90-minute time slot. I haven’t even considered going because I realize that for some, the pool and swimming is important.

I should spend some time outside and my lounge chairs are perfect, but it’s easier to stay in, so I do.

I invited a couple friends to stop over and sit at a distance from me on my patio. It’s not like comfy socializing. You don’t offer drinks or snacks since germs could be spread.

Travel is restricted. Will folks ever feel safe enough to fly? I want to visit with my daughter, but at this point, she’d have to be isolated for two weeks coming and going. And most flights have been cancelled. My friend, Evie, is leaving for her northern home in Massachusetts with plans to come back at the beginning of December. It’s possible that the virus will flare up again and she won’t get back. We know some will never return. Borders could close (again). There is so much to fear!

The Emergency Squad where I volunteer has had one worker hospitalized because of the virus. He taught a class at the Emergency Squad Training Center the day before he became symptomatic so the ones he came in contact with are now quarantined for two weeks. He hadn’t worked on an ambulance or van for some time so it’s doubtful that he picked it up there or that other volunteers have been exposed but it’s still frightening. I think a plexiglass shield is being put up in the lobby area where I work so we’ll be more protected. Even with the protection, I’m a little scared. I plan to wear a mask all the time when I’m there and I’ll skip lunch (or take it with me) so I can leave my mask in place. It’s difficult not to fear contagion. I don’t want to get sick!!

I was scheduled to have my six month physical at Dr. Marquez’s office but I cancelled. It’s not that important that I go now since it’s just a routine appointment so I have changed it to July.

For about a month I’ve been trying to meet someone using “Our Time,” an online dating service. So far it’s been a total failure.

One fellow answered my “I’m interested” message with an indication that he wants a “BFWB” which translates to “Best Friend WITH Benefits” (meaning sex) which definitely goes against what I need. I crossed him off. (When I explained to him what he’d said, he apologized and said he thought it meant travel.)

I did find a sweet fellow from nearby Ruskin but he’s not at all compatible with me. We have had a couple long phone conversations. He lives in one of the mobile home parks. He isn’t at all techie and definitely doesn’t understand my interest in the internet and computers. Reading isn’t his thing. Even with the pandemic, he’s attending church so his virus attitude is different than mine. All in all it would be a waste of our time. I want someone I can communicate with on the same level and it’s not him. We speak a different language.

Surprisingly I found a fellow listed (Charlie) who looks perfect. He’s attractive and his interests are similar to mine. He’s exactly my age. He is a good communicator, a musician (although he’s shown with an electric guitar), politically he sounds like me. He says he likes reading, and hopes to find a Travel Partner, Casual Relationship, Friendship. Sounds like a good fit. His only negative is that he lives in Riverview which is about ten to twelve miles away. He may never respond but I did send a message to him.

There are also a couple who for some reason attract me. One, Jerry, has a friendly look, like John had. Problem here is he lives in Tampa and that can be a bit of a trip. He really looks pleasant. I’ve reached out to him, but don’t know if he’ll respond.

Those I’ve sent “I’m interested” messages to may never even go back to OurTime to find the words I left for them Oh, well… It’s a fun way to pass time.

Loneliness is zeroing in on me. With no one to talk to or share things with, I’ve reached a point where I realize I have to take action. I’ve done a few things that help.

— I went out the other night and lined up with others (at a distance) to watch a lovely sunset. At least there were people to talk to.

— I have watched music concerts put on by Jay Ungar and Molly Mason and played along on my autoharp. I’ve even waltzed around by great room (sometimes with Sophie in my arms). It has been fun and helped my mood.

— I have shopped online where I purchased a power source called a Morphie Wireless Powerstation Charger and Car Jump Starter. Hurricane season is approaching. If I were to lose power, my Morphie will run cellphones, computer, emergency radio, and even a tv. It can also be used to jump start my car.

— My toaster died. I purchased a new multi-function appliance called The Ninja® Foodi™ Digital Air Fry Oven with Convection. It works as a toaster (up to nine slices at once), a convection oven/roaster, a dehydrator, and an air fryer. It should arrive in a couple of days. (I got a darned good price on it.) That’ll keep me busy as I learn how to use it.

— I’ve been using “Our Time” to try to find someone I can talk with. (Yup, I’ve gone to an on-line dating service.) My first effort failed but I hope I can eventually find a friend. It’s difficult when you’re isolated inside. I hope to find a gentleman to communicate with even over the phone.

This Irish Times article should be read by every last person in this country.

Read it and weep, my fellow Americans.
From the Irish Times
April 25, 2020
By Fintan O’Toole

THE WORLD HAS LOVED, HATED AND ENVIED THE U.S. NOW, FOR THE FIRST TIME, WE PITY IT

Over more than two centuries, the United States has stirred a very wide range of feelings in the rest of the world: love and hatred, fear and hope, envy and contempt, awe and anger. But there is one emotion that has never been directed towards the US until now: pity.

However bad things are for most other rich democracies, it is hard not to feel sorry for Americans. Most of them did not vote for Donald Trump in 2016. Yet they are locked down with a malignant narcissist who, instead of protecting his people from Covid-19, has amplified its lethality. The country Trump promised to make great again has never in its history seemed so pitiful.

Will American prestige ever recover from this shameful episode? The US went into the coronavirus crisis with immense advantages: precious weeks of warning about what was coming, the world’s best concentration of medical and scientific expertise, effectively limitless financial resources, a military complex with stunning logistical capacity and most of the world’s leading technology corporations. Yet it managed to make itself the global epicentre of the pandemic.

As the American writer George Packer puts it in the current edition of the Atlantic, “The United States reacted … like Pakistan or Belarus – like a country with shoddy infrastructure and a dysfunctional government whose leaders were too corrupt or stupid to head off mass suffering.”

It is one thing to be powerless in the face of a natural disaster, quite another to watch vast power being squandered in real time – wilfully, malevolently, vindictively. It is one thing for governments to fail (as, in one degree or another, most governments did), quite another to watch a ruler and his supporters actively spread a deadly virus. Trump, his party and Rupert Murdoch’s Fox News became vectors of the pestilence.

The grotesque spectacle of the president openly inciting people (some of them armed) to take to the streets to oppose the restrictions that save lives is the manifestation of a political death wish. What are supposed to be daily briefings on the crisis, demonstrative of national unity in the face of a shared challenge, have been used by Trump merely to sow confusion and division. They provide a recurring horror show in which all the neuroses that haunt the American subconscious dance naked on live TV.

If the plague is a test, its ruling political nexus ensured that the US would fail it at a terrible cost in human lives. In the process, the idea of the US as the world’s leading nation – an idea that has shaped the past century – has all but evaporated.

Other than the Trump impersonator Jair Bolsonaro in Brazil, who is now looking to the US as the exemplar of anything other than what not to do? How many people in Düsseldorf or Dublin are wishing they lived in Detroit or Dallas?

It is hard to remember now but, even in 2017, when Trump took office, the conventional wisdom in the US was that the Republican Party and the broader framework of US political institutions would prevent him from doing too much damage. This was always a delusion, but the pandemic has exposed it in the most savage ways.

Abject surrender
What used to be called mainstream conservatism has not absorbed Trump – he has absorbed it. Almost the entire right-wing half of American politics has surrendered abjectly to him. It has sacrificed on the altar of wanton stupidity the most basic ideas of responsibility, care and even safety.

Thus, even at the very end of March, 15 Republican governors had failed to order people to stay at home or to close non-essential businesses. In Alabama, for example, it was not until April 3rd that governor Kay Ivey finally issued a stay-at-home order.

In Florida, the state with the highest concentration of elderly people with underlying conditions, governor Ron DeSantis, a Trump mini-me, kept the beach resorts open to students travelling from all over the US for spring break parties. Even on April 1st, when he issued restrictions, DeSantis exempted religious services and “recreational activities”.

Georgia governor Brian Kemp, when he finally issued a stay-at-home order on April 1st, explained: “We didn’t know that [the virus can be spread by people without symptoms] until the last 24 hours.”

This is not mere ignorance – it is deliberate and homicidal stupidity. There is, as the demonstrations this week in US cities have shown, plenty of political mileage in denying the reality of the pandemic. It is fuelled by Fox News and far-right internet sites, and it reaps for these politicians millions of dollars in donations, mostly (in an ugly irony) from older people who are most vulnerable to the coronavirus.

It draws on a concoction of conspiracy theories, hatred of science, paranoia about the “deep state” and religious providentialism (God will protect the good folks) that is now very deeply infused in the mindset of the American right.

Trump embodies and enacts this mindset, but he did not invent it. The US response to the coronavirus crisis has been paralysed by a contradiction that the Republicans have inserted into the heart of US democracy. On the one hand, they want to control all the levers of governmental power. On the other they have created a popular base by playing on the notion that government is innately evil and must not be trusted.

The contradiction was made manifest in two of Trump’s statements on the pandemic: on the one hand that he has “total authority”, and on the other that “I don’t take responsibility at all”. Caught between authoritarian and anarchic impulses, he is incapable of coherence.

Fertile ground
But this is not just Donald Trump. The crisis has shown definitively that Trump’s presidency is not an aberration. It has grown on soil long prepared to receive it. The monstrous blossoming of misrule has structure and purpose and strategy behind it.

There are very powerful interests who demand “freedom” in order to do as they like with the environment, society and the economy. They have infused a very large part of American culture with the belief that “freedom” is literally more important than life. My freedom to own assault weapons trumps your right not to get shot at school. Now, my freedom to go to the barber (“I Need a Haircut” read one banner this week in St Paul, Minnesota) trumps your need to avoid infection.

Usually when this kind of outlandish idiocy is displaying itself, there is the comforting thought that, if things were really serious, it would all stop. People would sober up. Instead, a large part of the US has hit the bottle even harder.

And the president, his party and their media allies keep supplying the drinks. There has been no moment of truth, no shock of realisation that the antics have to end. No one of any substance on the US right has stepped in to say: get a grip, people are dying here.

That is the mark of how deep the trouble is for the US – it is not just that Trump has treated the crisis merely as a way to feed tribal hatreds but that this behaviour has become normalised. When the freak show is live on TV every evening, and the star is boasting about his ratings, it is not really a freak show any more. For a very large and solid bloc of Americans, it is reality.

And this will get worse before it gets better. Trump has at least eight more months in power. In his inaugural address in 2017, he evoked “American carnage” and promised to make it stop. But now that the real carnage has arrived, he is revelling in it. He is in his element.

As things get worse, he will pump more hatred and falsehood, more death-wish defiance of reason and decency, into the groundwater. If a new administration succeeds him in 2021, it will have to clean up the toxic dump he leaves behind. If he is re-elected, toxicity will have become the lifeblood of American politics.

Either way, it will be a long time before the rest of the world can imagine America being great again.

Last night I watched an “online” concert by Jay Ungar and Molly Mason. I have always enjoyed Jay’s fiddling. (He wrote “Ashokan Farewell” and his playing can make me very emotional.)

As they played, I couldn’t help but get up and dance. Sophie watched me with a questioning look so I picked her up and carried as I waltzed. It felt good. Despite the long period since I’ve tried to dance, those waltz moves came back quickly.

Some of their tunes were ones I know well. Jay and Molly invited their audience to join in so I finally found my autoharp and played along. My wrist hurts today, but it was worth it.

Earlier in the day, I found a book of Judi Morningstar’s tunes, including one she wrote and dedicated to me!! Click this link for “Sharon, Queen of the Reception” I also located my harp instruction books and the strings needed to fix my harp.

As I listened to the music played on my computer, I was motivated to get back to playing. Yes, after John died, I promised myself that I’d practice my harp. It’s been impossible with my extra long manicured fingernails, but I’ve been cutting them down and I can now consider playing.

First I need to replace two broken strings. I think I can handle it. John always did that sort of stuff, but I have the instructions so I can try.

My harp looks great as a room decoration but it’s lovely and deserves to be played.

Will I ever stop shopping for toilet paper? There’s been such a shortage that I feel I must buy it if I see it. Yesterday I ordered a huge package from Sam’s Club. My pack will contain 32 rolls (218 sheets per roll) and should arrive next week. I already had a braggable amount. So many jokes about the value of TP. I’m a wealthy woman with two and 3/4’s boxes of “forever” 12-inch rolls and dozens of regular double rolls. According to the comments, with that supply, I could attract most any guy. I’m rich!!

I wash my hands a lot to avoid virus germs. Today I replenished my bottles of liquid hand soap. I’m really going through it fast. I now have eight full bottles. And if push comes to shove, I have a box with about a dozen bars of soap.

I ordered shampoo and cream rinse today. I buy it from Sam’s and I am having it shipped.

Six boxes of Kleenex is probably sufficient, five rolls of paper towels, and four bottles of Tide.

I only have two partially used big bottles of hand sanitizer. (Wish I had more but I might have some small bottles stored away.)

I am all set to withstand the problems associated with store shortages. I will get by.

Funny thing is, I always thought that my big fear living here would be hurricanes. Little did I know it would be a pandemic. My storage of supplies was so I’d always be prepared for a bad storm. No matter what weather is shoved at us, it won’t have as great an impact as crona-19 has had.

Everyone knows our lives are forever changed. Future generations will wonder what it was like.

I can imagine that stories of the hospital situations will be legendary. (Although currently our local hospital has no crona patients.)

The shortage of toilet paper will be good from the humor standpoint.

I wonder if those kids will ever feel right going out without a mask. Shaking hands will probably be rare.

From a personal standpoint, I wonder if I’ll ever socially dance again. Will a man ever get close to me as in “dance position?” It’s a good thing I like to line dance which is solo because that may be the only time we move our bodies to rhythm in public.

I’m fearing that this whole covid-19 virus situation is going to mean we’ll never have fun like we had before. I fear dances and close-up encounters are a thing of the past.

I have been wishing I could go to the clubhouse bar area but when that happens will we all sit around covered with masks?

I am going to start going to church activities and stage plays. And the Firehouse in Ruskin has a lot of activities. I need to have something enjoyable to anticipate.

I don’t want to be totally alone, but I can see that I don’t need a “guy of my own.” I do need to interact with fellows. I just can’t imagine how it’ll work. Maybe a bunch of us can go to dinner, or go to Little Harbor.

I guess time will tell.

Playing cards again will be one activity if we use a lot of hand sanitizer.

In addition to reading and working at the Emergency Squad every eight days, I’ve found a couple on-going events to enjoy.

The fun one is an every-Monday gathering of friends on Skype so we can see each other and converse in complete safety. We started Monday. We enjoyed wine and our munchies. It was a good way to feel connected.

The other event is a Wednesday 9:00 a.m. practice of the Radio Club’s emergency system. I bought a FRS radio from them and I’m now part of the “network,” We practice by going through a roll-call of the others on the network. It’s a way to know that in an emergency (like a hurricane), if the power and phones were out, I would have a way to contact others.

I could also join exercise or tai chi classes but I’m taking it easy with commitments. I’m finding I have enough to keep me out of mischief. I still haven’t cleaned my closets, sorted through my storage bins, or gotten organized.

I need to finish my nails and trim my bangs again. Sadly there’s still time.

When this has passed:

1. I will need to lose about 30 pounds.
2. I’ll have to spend hours getting my body ready for the pool especially my underarms & legs.
3. I’ll have to reacquaint my body with the joy of wearing a bra.
4. I’ll need to reintroduce myself to folks who have probably forgotten me by now.
5. I’ll need to have my hair cut and colored. (I wonder if my beautician will remember me.)
6. I’ll need a manicure to fix what I’ve tried to do myself.
7. I’ll need to relearn to dance.
8. Instead of shopping online for sterile wipes and lounging wear, I will need to find stuff that will fit my enlarged body and makes me popular for singles dances.

My trusted financial advisor called me today to tell me that the economy has him concerned and he wants to move some of my investments to interest earning totally no-risk accounts.

He also suggested I should keep cash on hand. I’ll definitely follow his advice and take some out of my savings account. I don’t know how much but I can always put it back.

The board that put the curfew on Hillsborough withdrew the 9:00-5:00 time restriction.

I have gone back to the time before Covid-19 and added a “category” so the virus period will be able to be viewed by selecting it in the right column. Previously I’d been using the 5 years alone category, but now my posts will only show the Covid category.

A curfew from 9 p.m. to 5 a.m. in response to COVID-19 coronavirus will go into effect in Hillsborough County starting this evening, Monday, April 13.

In addition to maintaining 6-foot social distancing, the Centers for Disease Control advises the use of face coverings to slow the spread of the virus, and help people who may have the virus and do not know it from transmitting it to others.

*** FROM THE ODPC BOARD OF DIRECTORS***

Due to the Covid-19 Pandemic the 2020 Funfest has been cancelled. This decision was not made lightly. We value each one of you and look forward to seeing everyone at the 2021 Funfest.

Thank you for your continued support and vigilance.

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This festival, the Original Dulcimer Players Club’s Funfest has been on-going since 1973. It doesn’t seem possible that it won’t be held this year.

This period of isolation is going to be remembered by all of us for the rest of our lives.

It’s such a challenging time. A challenge to stay up-beat. A challenge to believe that this will pass and maybe someday we’ll return to the glorious life we have enjoyed here in Florida.

The numbers of those who have tested positive continues to rise. We haven’t reached the peak yet.

Today is Easter. I predict this mess will continue into the Thanksgiving/Christmas holidays. And I fear that we’ll never go back to being comfortable in a crowd. I hope we will survive but our lives will be forever changed.

I’m having my groceries brought to me and I either drive up or have a treat restaurant meal delivered. I even had a bouquet delivered a week or so ago.

When it’s not too hot, I enjoy my patio and lanai. (Today it’s going to be in the low 90’s!!)

Sophie has saved me from loneliness. And I watch a lot of TV and Netflix. It could be worse.

Surprisingly I haven’t accomplished anything. I still have a messy closet and the bins I brought from Michigan haven’t been checked over. I haven’t re-strug my harp nor taken my dulcimer out of it’s case. There’s still lots of time to do some of those things.

My lack of nail and beauty shop care is bothering me but there’s no one to see me anyway.

I can’t imagine ever returning to dances and parties. That’s what I miss the most.

Will we ever have fun again? It seems unlikely but that’s not the kind of attitude I want to promote.

TV has shown stories of life before the epidemic. Somehow it seems foreign and yet it was just a couple months ago. When it started we felt it would be okay in days, then weeks, and now it’s months…. many months.

I always get a little panicky when I think about Income Taxes. My investment guy, Rick, at Ameriprise, watches my accounts and makes sure that most of my “income” won’t generate taxes due. My portfolio earned a nice amount in 2019, so I was/am concerned.

Because of the virus shutdowns, I knew there was an extension for all taxpayers extending the tax due date to July, nevertheless I feared that my owed amount might really be significant so I called my CPA today. Marie, my accountant, told me she wasn’t looking at my account but felt certain from memory that I’m getting a refund!!

I am relieved. I know my portfolio has really taken a hit because of the impact on the economy by the virus. Thank heavens in the past few days it’s shown some recovery.

Apparently I’ll be getting the $1,200 incentive from the government and now a refund from my taxes. Great news!

I hope the two sides of 674 here in Sun City Center can unite as one friendly cohesive community. Maybe we can go back to the way things were for many years.

When we’re in post-virus status, I hope we’ll still enjoy the sunsets and going for a walk.

I hope folks appreciate the stuff we’d previously taken for granted. It would be nice if we could maintain this slower pace.

It would be nice if we’d still check on each other. It’s comforting to hear, “Are you ok?” It’s not just a mindless question. Folks are really concerned.

We now cherish and use sparingly toilet tissue, kleenex, and paper towels. Maybe we’ve learned to be more frugal with less waste.

Because of travel restrictions, some snowbirds from our community are “stuck here” and can’t go back to their northern homes. When they are finally able to return, I am sure they’ll feel grateful and appreciate their homes more than they have. When you think about it, many are fortunate to have two lovely homes. Few countries have such wealth.

Gas price $1.89
School cancelled – yes cancelled
Self-distancing measures on the rise.
Tape on the floors at grocery stores and others to help distance shoppers (6ft) from each other.
Limited number of people inside stores, therefore, lineups outside the store doors.
Non-essential stores and businesses mandated closed.
Parks, trails, entire cities locked up.
Entire sports seasons cancelled.
Concerts, tours, festivals, entertainment events – cancelled.
Weddings, family celebrations, holiday gatherings – cancelled.
Churches and temples are closed.
No gatherings of 50 or more, then 20 or more, now 10 or less.
Don’t socialize with anyone outside of your home.
Children’s outdoor play parks are closed.
We are to distance from each other.
Shortage of masks, gowns, gloves for our front-line workers.
Shortage of ventilators for the critically ill.
Panic buying sets in and we have no toilet paper, no disinfecting supplies, no paper towels no laundry soap, no hand sanitizer.
Shelves are bare.
Manufacturers, distilleries and other businesses switch their lines to help make visors, masks, hand sanitizer and PPE.
Government closes the border to all non-essential travel.
Fines are established for breaking the rules.
Stadiums and recreation facilities open up for the overflow of Covid-19 patients.
Press conferences daily from the President. Daily updates on new cases, recoveries, and deaths.
Government incentives to stay home.
Barely anyone on the roads.
People wearing masks and gloves outside.
Essential service workers are terrified to go to work.
Medical field workers are afraid to go home to their families.

Note: Some of this I copied from another person’s post but I revised most of it to fit me better.

This is the Novel Coronavirus (Covid-19) Pandemic, declared March 11th, 2020.

After I’d gone to bed last night I heard rain hitting my windows. Hopefully that’ll calm the pollen. The air seems fresher but I haven’t been in it enough to know if my allergy problems have been resolved.

As of March 29th Sun City Center reports three Covid_19 cases. Nearby Apollo Beach has two more.

I’m observing the stay at home rules, but last night I did take Sophie for a golf cart ride. We didn’t get close to anyone. There were groups of carts parked the appropriate distance apart. Everyone is feeling isolated.

Because of the corona virus we’re basically quarantined so we can’t (or shouldn’t) go out. Making sure I have everything I need has been a challenge.

I’ve been ordering stuff through Instacart which allows me to shop at Publix and Aldi and delivers things to me. Each time I’ve ordered, some stuff has been out-of-stock but finally I have nearly everything I’ll need for the long-haul.

Eventually I’ll crave more variety but I’m in truly good shape.

What I’m missing most is company. I’d love to invite someone over but that’s not acceptable.

I am avoiding contamination so I haven’t been interacting with anyone. The county has issued a “safer-at-home” order so I can’t (legally) have visitors anyway.

I’d love to be outside (even on the lanai or patio) but the oak pollen is high and I’m very susceptible so I have to avoid it. I could wear a surgical mask (which I have) but they’re realllllly hot and it’ll be 90 today. I’m therefore inside looking out.

There’s lots to watch: squirrels, bikers, birds, cranes, golf cart drivers, dogs, walkers, and even a skinny fox this morning.

Sophie has been a true blessing. She’s so much company. She follows me everywhere. I can’t go to the bathroom without hearing her pitiful crying at the door. At least I’m not talking to myself.

With time to spare today, I decided to review http://sharons-blog.com. I’ve been keeping a blog since 2006. Today my review went back to May 2018, when John died. It was interesting to read how my life has changed since I’ve been on my own.

The greatest changes have occurred the past few months. The corona virus with all the shut-downs and closings and being sick with a bad cold, have made the biggest changes.

This serious virus has caused the cancellation of EVERYTHING. Everyone is forced to stay inside. Therefore I’m feeling alone, hence the review of my past couple of years.

This week it’s been even worse because Wednesday I had a basal cell skin cancer removed from my upper right lip. I’m left with a huge bandaged area. It’s a good time to be stuck inside since I don’t want anyone to see me. Hopefully the scar won’t be too great but it’s in a bad spot (from the nostril to the edge of my lip). I’ll have the stitches removed Monday.

Today I found reviewing my blog was an eye opener.

When John first died, I as very conscious of my finances. Now I’m relaxed. I know I’ll never be able to spend what John and I built together. I don’t give much thought to what’s going out of my account. I have my nails done every three weeks, I have my house cleaned every other Saturday, I’m even having groceries and meals delivered. It’s nice to feel financially set for life!

With the shutdown of all activities to avoid spreading the virus, I’m missing euchre, dances, and friends. I have enough food and supplies stored up so I’m in great shape.

When I look at my calendar, I see weeks of emptiness. I hope the quarantines are removed so I can go to the pool, go to dances, and enjoy myself.

My allergies are also limiting but once the pollen is washed away, I’m sure I’ll be fine.

This area hasn’t had rained for a looooonnnng time! If it would rain it would wash the pollen out of the air and I’d do better with my allergies. They are driving me crazy!

The invasion of the corona_19 virus has shut down our community.

As of Monday, 3/15/2020, none of the buildings in KP or in SCC will be open. The pools, fitness centers, etc. will all be closed because of the fear of the coronavirus.

I was scheduled to go on a bus/boat trip tomorrow. It’s been postponed/canceled. I’m relieved. I didn’t want to board a bus but hated to lose almost $80.

So I’m stuck inside. It’s ok with me.

Back in 1963, I caught the Asian Flu and almost died. I couldn’t go to the hospital because the hospitals were full. I had a temperature over 105!!! I was so sick I couldn’t walk to the bathroom. I remember the news spreading warnings about that long ago problem. It was real. I’ve never been so sick!!

I hope none of our residents get this coronavirus. It sounds especially bad for senior citizens (US!)

I have to go out today to mail my tax info to my accountant. It’ll be the first time I’ve really left my condo. (I did go to the clubhouse the other day to pick up a carry out order but went when it wasn’t busy and didn’t touch or talk to anyone.)

I feel safe inside but I guess I can’t stall any longer.

I’m still not 100% but better and maybe fresh air will help,

I’ve been sick for over a week with this horrible cold. I’ve stayed in completely so I wasn’t coming into contact with anyone (for both their and my protection).

Tonight I was going to get a carry-out meal from KP South Clubhouse but decided that it wasn’t worth the risk of spreading my cold to someone or contracting something in my weakened condition. I went on-line and ordered an Asian dinner from China 1 in Apollo Beach to be delivered by Door Dash. (Everything was paid for on line, including the tip.)

Yes, it cost me considerably more, but it’s worth it to be safe. I put instructions on my order that the doorbell was to be rung, my meal placed by the door, and I’d come out and get it. There was no close contact with the delivery person. We all need to start thinking of protecting ourselves and others. When you’re sick, it doesn’t take much to plan ahead and and avoid contact with others.

Living in a senior community it’s even more important that we are pro-active.

I’m on my fourth day of a lousy cold.

I promised a friend, that if I’m not better by Thursday, I’ll go to the doctor. Actually I think I’m feeling slightly better this afternoon.

I have been asked to go to dinner at Circles (the area’s nicest restaurant) for my 78th birthday tomorrow, but I doubt that I’ll be up to it.

With all the talk on the news of the killer coronavirus, I’m very aware of spreading my cold and the ramifications of being “run down” and exposing others to even a cold virus. I asked for a substitute Sunday when I was supposed to work at the Squad. I’m thinking that I may ask for another sub on Monday, unless I’ve greatly improved.

I am planning to take even better care of myself than I have been.

When it comes to being prepared for a disease that’s spreading fast with horrid, fatal consequences, I have ordered zinc lozenges and surgical masks. I’m actually thinking about limiting my outings to golf cart rides and skipping the dances and close-up encounters. I want to live a nice long, healthy life.

For those of you concerned about the coronavirus.

The original person who posted this was a professor of pathology at the University of California San Diego. He explained he was one of the first molecular virologists in the world to work on coronaviruses (the 1970s). He was the first to demonstrate the number of genes the virus contained. Since then, he has kept up with the coronavirus field and its multiple clinical transfers into the human population (e.g., SARS, MERS), from different animal sources.

He said:

The current projections for its expansion in the US are only probable, due to continued insufficient worldwide data, but it is most likely to be widespread in the US by mid to late March and April.

Here is what I have done and the precautions that I take and will take. These are the same precautions I currently use during our influenza seasons, except for the mask and gloves.:

1) NO HANDSHAKING! Use a fist bump, slight bow, elbow bump, etc.

2) Use ONLY your knuckle to touch light switches. elevator buttons, etc.. Lift the gasoline dispenser with a paper towel or use a disposable glove.

3) Open doors with your closed fist or hip – do not grasp the handle with your hand, unless there is no other way to open the door. Especially important on bathroom and post office/commercial doors.

4) Use disinfectant wipes at the stores when they are available, including wiping the handle and child seat in grocery carts.

5) Wash your hands with soap for 10-20 seconds and/or use a greater than 60% alcohol-based hand sanitizer whenever you return home from ANY activity that involves locations where other people have been.

6) Keep a bottle of sanitizer available at each of your home’s entrances. AND in your car for use after getting gas or touching other contaminated objects when you can’t immediately wash your hands.

7) If possible, cough or sneeze into a disposable tissue and discard. Use your elbow only if you have to. The clothing on your elbow will contain infectious virus that can be passed on for up to a week or more!

What I have stocked in preparation for the pandemic spread to the US:

1) Latex or nitrile latex disposable gloves for use when going shopping, using the gasoline pump, and all other outside activity when you come in contact with contaminated areas.

Note: This virus is spread in large droplets by coughing and sneezing. This means that the air will not infect you! BUT all the surfaces where these droplets land are infectious for about a week on average – everything that is associated with infected people will be contaminated and potentially infectious. The virus is on surfaces and you will not be infected unless your unprotected face is directly coughed or sneezed upon. This virus only has cell receptors for lung cells (it only infects your lungs) The only way for the virus to infect you is through your nose or mouth via your hands or an infected cough or sneeze onto or into your nose or mouth.

2) Stock up now with disposable surgical masks and use them to prevent you from touching your nose and/or mouth (We touch our nose/mouth 90X/day without knowing it!). This is the only way this virus can infect you – it is lung-specific. The mask will not prevent the virus in a direct sneeze from getting into your nose or mouth – it is only to keep you from touching your nose or mouth.

3) Stock up now with hand sanitizers and latex/nitrile gloves (get the appropriate sizes for your family). The hand sanitizers must be alcohol-based and greater than 60% alcohol to be effective.

4) Stock up now with zinc lozenges. These lozenges have been proven to be effective in blocking coronavirus (and most other viruses) from multiplying in your throat and nasopharynx. Use as directed several times each day when you begin to feel ANY “cold-like” symptoms beginning. It is best to lie down and let the lozenge dissolve in the back of your throat and nasopharynx. Cold-Eeze lozenges is one brand available, but there are other brands available.

I, as many others do, hope that this pandemic will be reasonably contained, BUT I personally do not think it will be. Humans have never seen this snake-associated virus before and have no internal defense against it. Tremendous worldwide efforts are being made to understand the molecular and clinical virology of this virus. Unbelievable molecular knowledge about the genomics, structure, and virulence of this virus has already been achieved. BUT, there will be NO drugs or vaccines available this year to protect us or limit the infection within us. Only symptomatic support is available.

I hope these personal thoughts will be helpful during this potentially catastrophic pandemic. You are welcome to share this email. Good luck to all of us!

His name is Jim. I’m glad to pass it on.