isolation day 5 and a mini meltdown

I turned on the local radio station this morning to hear two pieces of unwelcome news.  First, the governor announced that self-isolation and the virus were going to last for months and not weeks.

Months????

I refuse to believe this.  I really do.  I am ready to get in my car and drive to Idaho and the lake RIGHT NOW.  Banjo Man has pointed out that motel rooms might not be safe.  Well, hell, isn’t that what our four tubes of Chlorox wipes are for???  Huh???

Yesterday I watched two episodes of “Extreme RV” during my afternoon rest.  Gas will be cheap this summer.  Why not travel in our own virus-proof motorized shell?

The second piece of news I didn’t need to hear before I’d even had my coffee was that our local grocery store chain, Stop & Shop, had opened at 6 am this morning to accommodate the shopping needs of the elderly (over 60), but the stores ended up being packed with shoppers.  Unfortunately there was still no chicken, no hamburger, no paper products, etc.

Just a note:  it’s very weird–shocking, even– to be considered “elderly”.   Nonetheless, Stop & Shop wanted to give its elderly customers an hour and a half every morning in which to shop without worrying about all those germ-carrying college kids back from spring break raiding the ice cream aisle and breathing.

So, according to our governor (one of the least liked governors in America, according to the polls, and I agree wholeheartedly), this pandemic and its consequences could last months.  And the grocery stores shelves were not stocked.  So when would they be?

(Son Ben in Texas had reported the same thing at his local Walmart.  He’d snagged the last two cans of mixed fruit yesterday; the meat and chicken counters were empty.)

Banjo Man joined me upstairs when I make my coffee.  He always checks on me because the one morning he didn’t (a few days after my surgery) I passed out on the living room couch.

The poor man will never forget it.

Anyway, this morning he listened to my ranting about future months of isolation, how and if we will be able to buy food a month from now, should we be rationing what we have stored in the freezer, should we get a gun and hope that a wild turkey strolls across the driveway (as they are wont to do) and if our society goes hungry for a few thousand years will we be making bat soup just like those crazy Chinese people who started this mess in the first place???!!!

I’ll admit it.  This self-isolation along with membership in the “high risk” population in a world of killer germs has me freaked.

Harley Chick and I talked about it yesterday.  She and Hot Rod Russ were working on using up everything they had in their freezer, as were we.  But she had friends who were buying freezers and loading them with chicken and burger and all sorts of things (when they could find it).   So were we doing the right thing by eating up all of our stored food?

Banjo Man suggested–in a quiet, calm way so as not to set me off again–that we inventory our food and see exactly what we have on hand.  After that he would visit some grocery stores (as long as they were fairly empty) and see what he could scrounge for food.

So we did exactly that.  And it turns out we have enough food to last for at least 6 weeks.  The freezers are stocked with everything we could possibly want.  A few gaps–mozzarella cheese, rice, white beans, bread and fig jam–can be dealt with if we get the chance.

So I am calm.  And now we, the high-risk elderly people, are not going anywhere again today.  In fact, I’m defrosting chicken breasts for a Cajun recipe tonight.  It will probably last for 3 days, but that’s okay.

I just ordered fig jam on Amazon.  It’s an essential ingredient for my beloved toasted cheese sandwiches.

By the way, my Olive Garden potato and sausage soup was MAGNIFICENT.  I used chourico sausage (browned first), chicken broth, diced potatoes, chopped onions, some chopped spinach and even some chopped broccoli.  Plus a cup of heavy cream (I grabbed the last carton at Cumberland Farm Monday) at the end.

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This is also great in gumbo.

I might be elderly, but I can still cook.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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day 3 of social isolating

Remember the mercury glass thermometers?

I miss them.

I had mine for forty-eight years.  It has disappeared.  Banjo Man thinks it broke last year, but I don’t remember that.  I babied it, knowing it was an environmental hazard that should be kept secret from the EPA.

I bought a fancy new thermometer similar to this one a couple of years ago and I detest the little b**tard.

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Why?  Because it requires an expensive round battery.  And when I haven’t used the thermometer in months (I mean, really, unless you have a child you’re not using thermometers very often) the battery goes dead.  I have bought three batteries for this thing in the two years I’ve owned it.

So I risked my life to go to our mini CVS yesterday in order to buy yet another battery for the thermometer so I would be prepared to monitor Banjo Man and myself in these Days of the Dreaded Virus.

My temperature: 97.5.  Just sayin’.

Rhode Island is pretty much shut down.  Grocery stores are open, though with shortened hours and a max of 100 people in the store at any given time.  You can buy take out food from the restaurants who offer it.  Drive-up fast food restaurants are still available.  The malls are closed.  As are the schools.  We’re being told to stay home for the next 2 weeks…and probably longer.

Report on grocery shelves:  How I wish I could see this for myself!  The paper products aisle is still decimated.  There is no chicken or hamburger.  And very little bread.

What’s in the Crock Pot:  A version of Olive Garden’s potato and sausage soup.  I was awake at 5 this morning thinking about making it.  This soup smells like heaven.  It’s my tribute to Italy.  I am worried for that beautiful country.

What’s on television:

We’ve been watching a mini-series on Netflix called THE SINNER.  I don’t recommend it unless you enjoy watching secondary characters engage in very weird, kinky sex.

Yes, you read that correctly.  We have one more episode to go and we are stalling.  I want to know how it ends but I wish I was better at fast-forwarding on one of those remotes with no buttons and just a little circle.

We enjoyed THE STRANGER, another mini series based on a Harlan Coben novel.

If you want something sweet (Banjo Man didn’t) check out the third season of “Anne With An E”.

We loved all three seasons of BROADCHURCH.

An oldie I’d recommend while in isolation:  ISLAND AT WAR, a WW2 mini-series.  Let’s talk real isolation:  on an island with Nazi’s.

SPENCER CONFIDENTIAL was mildly entertaining.  Felt more like a long tv show than a movie, though.

I am anxious to see MIDWAY, but Banjo Man needs convincing.  I don’t know why.

Stay safe, everyone.  These are strange times.

 

 

 

 

 

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life in the time of the virus

I feel very fortunate to live in the country.

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Self-isolating with Banjo Man on a Sunday morning beach walk.

We have plenty of toilet paper (I am one of those people who always had extra even though members of my family thought it was extreme).  We also have tons of food, due to the fact that we buy too much in normal times and Banjo Man can’t resist a sale.  He actually went to several grocery stores Friday and snagged the last two packages of English muffins, a hunk of cheddar cheese, a gallon of milk and some frozen vegetables.

I used my leftover Thanksgiving turkey breasts last week and made these:

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This was my first post-cancer cooking extravaganza and it felt good (though it took me two days to recover!).  I assembled these in order to use up food in the freezer and in the cupboard, not thinking of Self-Isolation Meals.  Instead I was focused on “when I feel better we’ll have people over for dinner” meals.

I am sad that the YMCA has shut down.  I dearly loved my water aerobics and water arthritis classes and I was there four mornings a week.  Six weeks of water therapy had eased the pain in my chest from the radiation scarring, plus had given me much more stamina (the proof is in the enchiladas).

And there’s nothing like being dipped in chlorine for an hour a day to make you feel germ-free and powerful.

I will miss it so much.

Here’s how the Funny Grandson is self-isolating in Texas:

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Is there anything more fun than a tent in the living room on school vacation?

Banjo Man is jealous.  And I wish I was in that tent playing UNO.

Stay safe, everyone.  

 

 

 

 

 

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in search of the sound

This morning Banjo Man popped into my office and said, “You have to come listen to the ocean!”

Our house is a five-minute drive from the beach and there are times when the wind whips up the sound of crashing waves and sends it right to us.

We stood on the front steps and heard the roar.  And then we got in the car to go see for ourselves.  Surely the sound of the ocean meant the waves would be impressive.

We were surprised to discover they weren’t.  East Matunuck State Beach was windy, of course, with gray skies and rain coming soon.  But while the waves were rolling, they weren’t impressive.

So off we went to Matunuck Town Beach in search of louder wind and bigger waves.  I made this video for you.  Hopefully you can hear the wind and enjoy a minute of March winds along the New England coast.

Note: there are no cases of corona virus on this beach.

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birthday wishes to nebraska

Happy Birthday to you, Nancy!

To celebrate I dug through my photos and found a picture of our trip to Greece in 2005 (where did those 15 years go?????).

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You haven’t changed a bit.  How do you do that???

We wish you sunshine and chocolate and a lovely day.  Your card is in the mail!!!!!  So sorry it’s late!!

Let’s blame the corona virus.

Love you!

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splish splash

I’ve been quiet because I’ve had nothing very interesting to write about.

Sorry about that.

I’m going to the YMCA four mornings a week (Monday-Thursday and sometimes on Friday) to the water aerobics classes.  I’m out the door by 8:15, no matter what.  But the sciatica pain continues and I have an appointment with a specialist in a couple of weeks.

The lake awaits and I must be in shape for the hill.

We watched the stupidest, most boring and ridiculous movie last night, CHANGE IN THE AIR.  The set up was intriguing:  mystery woman moves into the neighborhood and odd things happen to change everyone’s lives.

Believe me, this was not remotely related to Alice Hoffman.

Banjo Man’s summed it up:  “What a waste of time.”

Amen, Banjo Man.

On the other hand, the Mr. Rogers movie starring Tom Hanks was wonderful.  Simple, sweet and endearing, just like Mr. Rogers.

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More movie reviews tomorrow…

 

 

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chasing the edge

#1 Son Ben has released his first cd!

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This has been a lifelong dream and a labor of love.

We are so proud.

You can go to You Tube’s music channel and search for “Ben Rolofson” to preview the songs.

Check out “Rosemary’s Guitar”.  Dancing Mandolin Player and I intend to play it together this summer.  (What do you say, Retired Mountain Lady?)

 

And then there’s the one that makes me cry:

Several of Austin’s top musicians contributed to this project, Scrappy Judd Newcombe and Warren Hood among them.

Ben was so honored.

If you want to download the cd you can go to:  https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/benrolofson

Hard copies will be available to order next week.  They will be available at Waterloo Records in Austin or you can order them online.  I’ll have some available to purchase in another week or so.  As will Ben.

As soon as I get more information I’ll let you know.

Should we have a launch party at the lake?  What do you think? 

 

 

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meet the parents

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1991.

Meet “The Squatleys”, otherwise known as my parents, Don and Ottis.  My father, someone always ready for a laugh–and a good time with the family– is dressed as Mrs. Squatley.

I invented the Squatley Dinner one Father’s Day.  We had recently moved into our house, there were piles of dirt in the back yard, and life was chaotic.  Banjo Man would make burgers on the new grille and we would have a simple celebration before and after some basic landscaping chores.  I invited my parents to walk over for the meal, but I warned them it would not be fancy.  In fact, it would be the opposite.  Our clothes would be dirty, the potato chips would be served out of the bag, we would eat outside on the steps, everyone would help themselves and chaos was a given.

It turned out to be great fun, so a new tradition was born.

The next time I announced a Squatley dinner–which meant a totally casual and last minute gathering–my father was ready and showed up in his Mrs. Squatley outfit.

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No one loved to laugh more than my father!  And how we miss him.

 

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swimming into spring

Believe it or not, my life now centers around the pool at the local YMCA.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Barbara and I have staggered across the YMCA parking lot many times this month to try out the different water aerobics classes offered each weekday morning.  Or we’ve slept a little later, gone to the “free swim” time and walked or jogged at our own pace.

We’ve just finished up our fourth week and we are still learning how this whole thing works.  Today was our first low-intensity class designed for those suffering from arthritis.  No music or jogging, but lots of stretching and swimming.

I tried “Bob”‘s popular dance class (in the water!) at 8 AM Monday morning.  It was wild and fun–imagine 20 senior ladies singing along to the Beatles “I Saw Her Standing There”–but I’m sure I overdid it.  Those early classes with energetic Bob will have to wait for a while.

We’ve done jumping jacks with “Kathy” and jogging with “April” (lovely, enthusiastic ladies).  And we’ve really enjoyed our private “walking in the water” time where we get to chat non-stop until an hour goes by and we realize we’re freezing and exhausted.

By the time I’m home, showered and have wolfed down an early lunch, it’s time for a nap.  And let me tell you, I have the best naps in the history of Napdom.  I don’t move again until dinnertime–which means heating up a bowl of soup–and then I’m on the couch with Banjo Man for the evening.

We call that February.

I’m hoping to be accepted into the LIVESTRONG program for cancer survivors next week.  It’s a 12-week program to develop strength and stamina, which means eight of us will be in a gym twice a week with our very own personal trainers.

Wish me luck.

Banjo Man is home after his mini-break in Nebraska.  He flew home a day early due to fears of a big snowstorm in Chicago, so he was happy to be safely back in his office again.  All was right with the world.  I made a big pot of cauliflower-leek soup and a big pot of butternut squash (with white beans and apples) to welcome him home.

I accomplished very little in the days he was away.  I had a list of optimistic good intentions and projects, but reality intruded.  The quilt remained without borders.  The pantry stayed jammed with “stuff”.  The violin stayed silently tucked in its case.   In my defense, I went to the Y to swim twice, helped my mother one long afternoon and actually drove to Walmart at 8:00 Sunday morning to buy five things (it was my own personal test, having not done that since April, and it went well).

But I did clean out the upstairs bathroom closet.  It took four days (an hour each morning) but here it is:

BEFORE:

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AFTER:

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I didn’t do a complete purge of unwanted things, but I got rid of enough stuff to make things more organized and accessible.

Small steps.

 

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what a good idea

Banjo Man is flying to Nebraska tomorrow to join his brother George for a weekend of Hall of Fame celebrations at their high school.

Doesn’t that sound like a good time?!!!   Go Rockets!!!

George was quite an athlete back then.

I checked the weather forecasts for storms before I booked the flights.  There was nothing in sight, so off Banjo Man will go for a long weekend of partying with family and friends.

He is so excited.  It was a last-minute decision and a very, very good one.

I’m happy for him.  He definitely needs some time away from all of the post-cancer pain and drama.  While he’s away I’m going to (hopefully) clean out the china pantry and the bathroom closet, turn my sewing area into a music room, and finish putting the borders on the mystery quilt.  Because I am still moving slowly these projects will take up all of the time that Banjo Man is away and may not get finished.  But I’ll make a stab at it.

In between walking on the treadmill and going to water aerobics, that is.  I might not be a Hall of Fame athlete, but I can jump around in the pool with the best of ’em.

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This pantry needs help.

 

 

 

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