How did I manage? Am I some kind of super hero? Nope I’m not.
I channeled my inner Doris Domestic and did laundry. Yup, it was special and so so rewarding! I didn’t watch Big Brother, Survivor or The Bachelor. I didn’t watch shows about cooking, or house reno’s. I didn’t watch Discovery, Nat Geo or History Channel. I didn’t break out a 1000 piece puzzle, learn to play bridge, or make a quilt.
Funny enough the world did not come to an end… I managed to survive ok. Well alright, I admit it, I watched yesterdays Tim and Sid on PVR and while I was at it I PVR’d today’s episode.
I visited with other Canadian friends who are here in Arizona with us and we lamented the demise of hockey AND all the other sports that we follow. But then our conversation turned to the serious topic of Covid19. We discussed how to distance ourselves from crowds and how to stay safe and healthy. Are we safe from it? Can we stay healthy by self-isolating ourselves and avoiding crowds and crowded areas? We can certainly avoid movie theatres, casino’s, bus trips, any gatherings and that type of thing. Will it be enough? Sounds like it should. We will do just that. We will keep to ourselves here in the Arizona sunshine until we head home in a couple of weeks. We can only take it one day at a time!
So now what? If you are a huge hockey fan like myself you may have asked yourself this today. So now what?
No hockey. No hockey of any kind. I would normally fill my tv watching time with Sportsnet, TSN, Tim and Sid, Hockey Central.. you get the idea. I’m either watching hockey or listening about yesterday’s hockey or today’s hockey or tomorrow’s hockey. This is my favorite time of year for hockey. Playoffs looming. The perfect time of year to “hockey”. Now it’s gone for a few weeks? or months? or all summer? I guess we have to wait and see. No football, baseball, golf, car racing, rugby, soccer, basketball (notice these are in the order of my preference of viewing).
What will I do with my time? No sports of any kind.
I can always catch up on my dusting – that’s special and so rewarding.
I can watch Big Brother, Survivor, The Bachelor – that’s also special and so rewarding.
I can watch shows about cooking and house reno’s – that’s special and so rewarding.
I can tune to Discovery, Nat Geo and History – that’s special and so rewarding but would improve my overall knowledge of the world.
I can break out a 1000 piece puzzle. Learn to play bridge. Make a quilt. – All hobbies and games that are special and rewarding.
Although the above things may be special and rewarding – I’m not prepared to launch into action just yet. I can: Read. Bake. Take Pictures. Sit in the Sun. Watch the world go by. All these things ARE special AND rewarding to me. If that fails I will go to plan B and plan C.
We are hiding out in AZ.. escaping the wet winter weather from the coast of BC. Here’s a few photo’s from the winter. I find that I’ve been drawn to create more black and white desaturated photo’s on this trip. Is it because I miss the blue and greens of home? Is it because there’s so many shades of brown down here? Whatever the reason.. here they are!
Rain on an Arizona sidewalk
Yes it does rain in Arizona
Palm trees reflected on the road
Mesquite Tree and plowed Cotton Field
Lots of interesting cloud shapes
Playing with shadows
1956 Thunderbird – Lots of car shows here in the winter
Today I’m heading to the laundry room at the resort we are staying at in Arizona and a guy pulls up in a golf cart with a bucket of laundry in the back of his cart. He stops, but the cart keeps rolling back down the incline to the street. He pulls forward again and says “do you know anything about golf carts?”.
‘Not much’, I say, ‘What’s the problem?’.
“Do these things have brakes” he asks.
I show him the brake and he says “well as you can see I don’t know much about golf carts”.
I say: ‘ do you know much about laundry?’.
He says: “a little”.
I say: ‘well you’re a keeper then!’.
He says: ‘ well my wife showed me how to do it and she just died’.
He kind of laughed.
His name is Dan.
I introduced myself and even used my real name!
as my mom told us many times… “no one likes a smart ass”…..
Why is it that we have to be reminded that life is short?
Why is it that we have to be reminded that life is fragile?
Why is it that we have to be reminded to live our lives every day like today might be our last?
We have a family member who has terminal cancer. It reminds us that although we may be healthy today, that our health could change for any of us tomorrow. Not just because of cancer, it can be any number of things.
We live our lives and somehow we forget that tomorrow is not guaranteed. We make plans for next month, next year or “in the future”.
Today we threw our diets out the window. We weren’t counting calories, or pounds, or cholesterol or blood pressure.
Today we ate Hot Dogs for dinner, and a big cereal bowl filled with home made shortcake biscuits, strawberries, and freshly whipped cream piled inside and on top of the shortcake.
Growing up we always had a garden and a house full of plants. We grew our own vegetables which required all the weeding and watering that you have to do if you want your fresh veggies to make it to your plate. Mom had house plants of every variety and they hung, sat or stood where there was space. Most of my family have green thumbs as a result. Me? Not so much. I’ve tried to maintain house plants. I had a terrarium at one time (I grew a delicious looking mold in there) and subsequently my plants all died. Over the years I’ve either taught my plants to swim or I’ve taught them desert survival tactics.. I’ve seen horror on the faces of the staff at all the plant stores when I walk in. When they ask if they can help me, I say “yes you can, I’m here to buy new victims for my house”. The last plant I had lasted 6 months on our road trip across Canada and the USA. Ironically it wasn’t too much or too little water that killed it..
It was pepper..
Yup, I dropped the pepper shaker on it and broke it in half and that was the end of the poor thing.
Have you ever wanted to make sourdough bread? I have! I make normal bread all the time, but I have never had the opportunity to get the “starter” that you need to make sourdough bread. A couple of days ago I was given a starter. It came in a cute little glass jar. I was told I should feed it and if I wasn’t going to use it right away it could go in the fridge until I was ready to bake. Sounds easy! Ok. First step is to “feed it”. I carefully measure water and flour, stir it in vigorously as per the instructions, place it in a bigger jar and I’m good to go. I wake up in the morning and no surprise. My starter is DEAD. I think I just set a killing record.
Did I over water it? Did I under water it as per my pre-established history? But I was being so careful! I followed the instructions precisely! How is it possible to kill it in less than 24 hours?
I am so confused..
How can I admit to my friend that I killed her gift?
What is wrong with me?
I peer in to the jar to make sure I’m seeing what I’m seeing. Yup, it’s flat as the Saskatchewan Prairies. Wait a minute. What is that smell? Sniff sniff… that smells like pickles..
I guess using a freshly washed pickle jar wasn’t the best choice I could have made for a new sterile environment for my sourdough starter. Poor thing!.