Things are not bad over here. I have groceries and toilet paper and haven't been to the grocery store since I decided to hunker down, except for the time I made a late-night run for chocolate. I always knew it would be chocolate that killed me one of these days.
The weather has been very pleasant and my walking numbers are up. Buddy has been hanging out on the balcony and we are working on "no barking" but I think he is bored too.
Our meal delivery only lasted four days. I think their volunteers probably petered out. I only got one meal out of it because of my insulin timing and it was roasted drumstick and potato with orange slices. Tasted so nice. I really appreciated it since I don't cook anymore and can't go out to restaurants now. I did hear about two local restaurants that were still serving but I just don't see the sense in risking that - says the woman who went out for chocolate.
My oldest Grand Girl made me sign on to something called Marco Polo. It is a chat line. I usually send her pictures and texts to her phone anyway but this way it records a little video, I think, and you talk or send videos back and forth like a CB (remember those?). So I've sent pictures of Buddy playing and the fish swimming. They are not really at the conversation stage or so I thought until Grand Girl said she had a friend waiting to Chat so she would talk to me later. I am being dragged into the future whether I want to or not.
I don't have any masks and don't have a sewing machine to make one but decided if I do need one I am going to cut up a puppy pad the size of a bandana and wear it. I mean if nothing leaks through to my floor then it ought to protect me from an airborne virus.
More later. ....
The weather has been very pleasant and my walking numbers are up. Buddy has been hanging out on the balcony and we are working on "no barking" but I think he is bored too.
Our meal delivery only lasted four days. I think their volunteers probably petered out. I only got one meal out of it because of my insulin timing and it was roasted drumstick and potato with orange slices. Tasted so nice. I really appreciated it since I don't cook anymore and can't go out to restaurants now. I did hear about two local restaurants that were still serving but I just don't see the sense in risking that - says the woman who went out for chocolate.
My oldest Grand Girl made me sign on to something called Marco Polo. It is a chat line. I usually send her pictures and texts to her phone anyway but this way it records a little video, I think, and you talk or send videos back and forth like a CB (remember those?). So I've sent pictures of Buddy playing and the fish swimming. They are not really at the conversation stage or so I thought until Grand Girl said she had a friend waiting to Chat so she would talk to me later. I am being dragged into the future whether I want to or not.
I don't have any masks and don't have a sewing machine to make one but decided if I do need one I am going to cut up a puppy pad the size of a bandana and wear it. I mean if nothing leaks through to my floor then it ought to protect me from an airborne virus.
More later. ....