And still he keeps them coming. Bill Taylor worked for the Toronto Star for decades. The Toronto Star's pages must be full of cracking stuff if they are not finding room for its former writer's splendid jottings on trying to stay healthy and occupied during the Covid-19 outbreak ... see the whole series, with input from Madrid, London and Shildon (County Durham) at this link ...
Monday, Monday notes from the trenches:
Has it only been two weeks?
Damn.
Sorry, déjà vu. Start again…
It is getting to be a bit like Groundhog Day, though, isn’t it? The days pass quickly enough – mine do, at least – but there’s not a lot of diversity. Mostly just in what I eat, the books I read, the videos I watch, and the timing of my diurnal mini-meltdown.
Throw in the occasional walk, workout and on-line yoga session (okay, I’ve only done one) and that’s about it for variety.
“What were you up to over the weekend?”
“Pretty much what I was up to all week.”
“Did you barbecue?”
“Nah. Got all the stuff out but the weather guy wasn’t quite on the money.”
HOW many more weeks of this did they say we were in for?
Not that I’m complaining. Whenever I start to feel stir-crazy, I fall back (figuratively, not literally) on Oscar Wilde:
“I know not whether Laws be right,
Or whether Laws be wrong;
All that we know who lie in jail
Is that the wall is strong;
And that each day is like a year,
A year whose days are long.”
If Wilde could spend two years behind bars doing hard labour, I can handle a couple of months of light housekeeping (as opposed to lighthouse-keeping, which would be tedious beyond belief).
And if I wasn’t spending so much virus-avoiding time on Facebook, I’d never have known there was a Taylor Family Boutique out there…
I’m not making that up! I just saw a “sponsored announcement” from this very exclusive establishment offering me the chance to “look your best” for only $39.95 U.S. in a black hoodie emblazoned with:
“The devil whispered in my ear, ‘You’re not strong enough to withstand the storm.’ Today I whispered in the devil’s ear, ‘Never underestimate the power of a TAYLOR. I AM the storm’. ”
Going by the number of shares and all the comments, they’re flying off the shelf. I offer one Dan Taylor’s thoughts: “thats right us taylors are rezilliant and always bounce back not to be messed with.”
Speak for yourself, Dan. If I wore one of these I can think of several devils who would totally mess with me. I’m not the storm at all. A bit of a shower, really. Nor do I bounce.
In other style notes… even if we’re self-isolating there’s no need to let standards slip. While we may not be going anywhere, we ought not to be not going there in white shoes until Victoria Day.
There are those who wake them from their winter sleep in time for Easter. Not me. And not, I hope, you either. Otherwise you deserve to be tutted at. From two metres away. So it’ll be loud tutting.
Anyway, Easter’s cancelled, isn’t it? Something about bunnies and quarantine.
Eggsistential angst.
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