Thank you to Bruce for making me laugh out loud with his comment on my past "P" post. I'm happy to say that my UTI has mostly dissipated without having to resort to the yeast infection and diarrhea inducing antibiotic. Unfortunately, I now have a large supply of Activa yogurt, of which I'm not a fan.
Since it's December 1, I'll follow tradition and post the month's photo and quote from my Mountain Man of Alaska calendar. It's soothing to hold on to these silly routines, and at least they mimic normality in a very abnormal time. Mari thinks the guy should have a sleek black cat, and wish everyone a "Meowsy Christmas." :)
It's been difficult to stay warm lately in our chilly and sometimes windy weather. Two or three heavy layers plus gloves are required for this wimpy Washingtonian. Still, I continue to run and walk. I can't let unpleasant weather hold me back or I would do nothing but sit in my house. I already do enough of that. ;)
You can gauge my handling of pandemic boredom by my seasonal tournament crown in Wordscapes, and how it's become more and more elaborate as my social life has disappeared dwindled. At least I know lots of words, right?
Although I'm still in no mood to deck my own halls for Christmas, I'm enjoying others' efforts. The guy who puts out all these inflatables looks like Santa Claus too!
When I discuss "special" memories of the holidays, I reminisce about the 10 foot tree that almost caused a divorce. I couldn't even fit all of it in the photo! It's incredible that the girls look so happy when they (and I) were actually extremely grouchy about the ladders we had to climb on to decorate this monster.
Here are most of my travel goodies, ready to be packed. Sigh. As a decisive person who buys a car when she wants one and plans trips without hesitation, it's been tough to face our pandemic situation; instead of clearly good options, there seem to be just a bunch of bad ones. It comes down to making a decision that's the most logical and best of the worst or simply the least worst. And sometimes the right thing is also the hardest thing. That said, in looking at the latest Covid19 numbers, by listening to the experts who are begging us not to travel, and after shedding many tears over the phone, I've cancelled my holiday trip to New York. My heart hurts, but mixed in with the grief is relief from the worry about what would happen if I got sick while away from home, especially with hospitals at capacity and no place to stay. Some of you may think that I should still have traveled. A few of you may believe that the virus is overblown, and that I would most likely be fine. Please know that my daughter and I didn't make this choice lightly. For a change, I'm following logic and the inescapable medical facts, and not my heart and emotions. I'm not liking it much either.
