We’re carrying a safety kit (gloves, wipes, and sanitizer) to and from the car. We wear masks wherever we’re likely to encounter people: stairways, corridors, and public walkways.
Groceries are mostly delivered, augmented by a Costco run every few weeks. Takeout food is limited to things we can reheat at home.
Packages are either wiped down or left untouched to decontaminate. We wipe down high touch areas and objects, and wash our hands all the time.
I’ve been teleworking since March, and expect I’ll continue doing so until the new year. Socializing is virtual, telephonic, or by text.
Errands are assessed for their essentiality, weighed against the exposure to indoor spaces and other people; it’s a joint decision, since one person’s exposure affects the other.
We have separate news sources and update one another on C-19-specific developments we observe.
Amidst this oddness, life is full of little pleasures. We make breakfast every day — I’m in charge of the scrambled eggs, and he’s master of the second dish (e.g., pancakes, oatmeal, croissants).
After breakfast and kitchen cleanup, he’s my barista; he’s perfected several different drinks. “Pumpkin spice latte on the bar!”
Then we work or play until we decide it’s high time for a drive. We take a beautiful ride in the new car, usually involving Pacific Coast Highway and some spirited curves on the toll roads.
After the drive, we take walks, for the fresh air and the change of scenery. I collect succulent slips and we take photographs, depending on where we are.
The day winds down with dinner — typically a jointly-cooked effort — and dessert. There’s cuddling on the couch and some TV, and eventually we make our way to bed.
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Today, I read:
-about Pink’s relationship with her husband, Corey Hart. They’ve been together for a decade-plus.
She was open about their respective complicated family backgrounds, their regular marriage counseling, the two separations they had, their difficulty communicating, their dwindling sex life, her varying feelings about him, and her mental health.
As per her hashtags (which is as good a way as any to summarize a marriage), he’s her rock, they hate the same people, they agree to disagree, and they try to fight fair.
It takes an enormous amount of courage to be truthful and respectful, and to present a balanced story. Harder still as a famous person managing a public image. And then there are their two children, and their respective responses, to consider. All in all, impressively done.
-Several short stories by Edith Wharton, from the Gutenberg Australia project — evidently, copyright expired in that country. All the stories were florid in their detail and characterization, with morbid details, and a wry or melancholy twist as the final ending.
This is the pattern I remember and recognize from the canon. It’s very much an acquired taste!
-the handful of posts I missed before Kira stopped updating her blog, kiwords. Her son Tre has moved into his own apartment; Max is finding his way; Raphael and Sophia are both fine. She has graduated from college, is working as a freelance writer, and still deeply loves her husband, Clay. I love happy endings, and hers is an ongoing happily ever after.
Today, I wrote:
-this blog post.
Today, I deleted:
-a badly stained grey shirt. It was one of my favorites. Farewell and thank you for the years of service.
-apps from my phone that I either no longer use or don’t want to learn how to use. This makes room for me to download more apps that I can later delete.
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Hit me up: if you’d like to provide a summary of how copyright law works when a specific book falls out of copyright in one country but not another; if you work for the Gutenberg Australia project (or anywhere) and want to be interviewed; if you predicted the ending to the Miss Mary Pask or The Temperate Zone story; if you have a recommendation for a favorite Edith Wharton (or anybody else’s) short story; if you read this post and have comments. My Gmail address is my blog’s name.
