How can we be just five days from Christmas?

This has been some year. If anyone had told me in March that I’d still be staying at home in December I’d have either thought they were joking or thought they were crazy. When our trip to Santa Fe with Jane LaFazio and the Madeline Island School of the Arts was postponed from March 2020 until March 2021 I thought that we’d be fine. Ha! Always, I am reminded of that wonderful Yiddish saying, “Man (and woman) plans, God laughs.” And so here we are, still staying at home, worrying and praying for the over 3,000 Americans who are dying every day .That’s 9/11 every single day. And over 300,000 Americans dead  and over 1.6 million dead world wide, according to The New York Times. And some people in America can’t see past their own noses to put on a mask. How selfish! In some ways this is the perfect Christmas to remember John Lennon’s Happy Christmas (War is Over) song. Happy Christmas everyone!

What's for dinner? Oh dear, it's dinner time again?

I can't believe that we've been doing "this" for nearly nine months now. The last time I ate in a restaurant, inside, was March 3, 2020, at Lefteris Gyro in Tarrytown. I remember it, not only because it was the last time I ate inside at a restaurant, but because at the time it was so, well, ordinary. I am sooooo tired of thinking about food. I used to enjoy reading recipes, planning what we would cook, thinking about shopping. Now it's all just one big pain in the butt. Shopping means getting up at 6 AM to get to Whole Foods by 7 on Friday morning or DeCicco's by 7:30 pretty much any day. It means making sure to "follow the arrows" and not get too close to anyone. What fun! When we mentioned that we were tired of cooking Christina, who works at Fred's Auto Repair, suggested we try  Blue Apron . She and Fred were both pretty excited about it.  A plug for Fred's, where we have taken our cars since 2002. The only auto repair shop where I once

Coronavirus and the election? Thank heaven it's over

 Things are weird in the Corey-Knapp household. I just found a draft of a post I wrote in July but never published. Oh well, that's old news. We're going a little stir crazy. Oh, we've been out of the house. We've gotten haircuts, gone shopping, been to the dentist (both of us), and even a few doctor's appointments. Okay, more than a few--remember, we're old. But now that we're both retired we would like to be traveling, to somewhere other than Whole Foods. And now this (as John Oliver would say)-the election! I am stunned that so many people could vote for Trump after these past four years, especially after these past eight months. But I'm particularly stunned that people who call themselves Christians could vote for him. When I see signs like "Catholics for Trump" or learn that friends of mine think he's done great things for the economy, I realize that we live in two different Americas. A friend recently posted on Facebook "Well,

I’m not sure what day we’re up to

But I do know that I’m getting kind of tired of this. By this I mean: Grocery shopping every ten days or so because it has become so nerve-wracking. Zoom meetings-I am so over Zoom. Remembering my mask when I go out Trying to remember what “going out” was like You get the picture. And I’m starting to think that “this” is the “new normal.” At least the garden looks good, the garden we weren’t going to have because we were supposed to be traveling. I like this picture so much that I made it one of my “virtual backgrounds” for when I’m on Zoom on my iPad. Garden gate with Tibetan prayer flags How are you doing?

Day I’ve lost count

We were sitting on the porch last week when I looked up at the skylights and saw—-well it looked like hundreds but it was probably only about 20–stink bugs. They are quite disgusting, and I couldn’t help thinking, oh great. Another  plague. McHale to the rescue! I won’t even begin to guess how many of these uninvited guests we had, but it was a lot. And of course, every plague has it’s price of removal. But McHale was here on Monday, and although we’re still picking up the bodies, both dead and some barely alive, it was worth every penny. And now, on to the dryer! The steam valve (who knew we even had a steam valve?) is running non-stop and wetting the clothes instead of drying them. Tomorrow it’s time to call Berger’s  and find the number for the Electrolux repairman. Happy self-quarantining everyone!

Day 92 (counting from March 3)

[Note: I count from March 3 because that's the date that the first case was discovered in Westchester County New York.] So here we are, just over three months into this. And I finally started working on our home office. Mostly I have "before" pictures. Like these: The overall "look"  There's a table under there, under the farmer's market basket and the pile of mail. Stuff on the table by the door  I can't begin to tell you how long this "project" has been on the list of things to do. This office has looked like a bomb dropped for quite some time. There are papers to be filed, like the pile of bills you see on the right below. So I've learned that I can put off difficult projects for, oh, three months with no problem. At the beginning of the stay at home order, I assumed that I would have lots of energy for projects like this. Boy, was I wrong! I barely have the energy for this project now! Stay tuned! maybe by Day 1

Day 65 (counting from March 3)

We looked at each other the other day and realized that we haven’t seen anyone but each other in 65 days (Zoom doesn’t count). The days all mush together. It’s hard to remember to show up for Zoom meetings-Anne missed a board meeting, my friend Gaye missed a Committee on Preparation for Ministry meeting. We don’t know what day it is, what time it is, and the gloomy weather isn’t helping. At least the sun came out today. Kali and Shiva in a hug On the other hand, the cats make us laugh, so here are a few cat photos: Shiva asleep Kali on the cable box