Here are some further thoughts from Bill Taylor in Toronto as the coronavirus pandemic makes everyday life ever more difficult. The series has broadened to include, so far, notes from Madrid, and can be seen in full at this link ...
Ongoing notes from the trenches:
Has it only been a week?
Damn.
Back in 1976, when I was living in New York and she was in Pennsylvania and Gerald Ford was trying to walk and chew gum, Lesley – this is before we were married – gave me a stars-and-stripes kazoo to celebrate America’s bicentennial.
It’s the only musical instrument I can play. Taking a leaf from Europe’s cultured book, the time feels ripe to go out on the porch and add a little colour to the neighbours’ cheerless days. Feelings perhaps or a pot-pourri from Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols.
Except I think she’s hidden the kazoo.
Damn.
Noon and I’m not dressed yet. It can only be a matter of time before I spend the entire day in my onesies and bunny slippers. Standards have been never been particularly high but they’re close to dropping off the map.
Damn.
No hiking and no basement gymnastics either. I seem to have wrenched my knee pounding the pavement yesterday. Oh, c’mon, it’s already arthritic. Isn’t that enough?
Damn.
Painfully into the tub to marinate the offending limb in hot, soapy water with a soupçon of Epsom salts. It may not help but it’ll while away an hour or so. Must try not to drop my book this time.
Damn.
Email from my sister in England:
“We are supposedly in lockdown in our homes for 12 weeks. Won’t happen, everyone won’t do it but most of us oldies will conform as best we can. Having said that, today is Mother’s Day and we have had lunch at Gillian’s (my niece) and very nice it was…”
Damn.
Is the United States now the only place in the world where it’s still politics as usual? This is what comes of actively encouraging the lunatics to take over the asylum.
Damn.
Perhaps the Revolution has begun at last and instead of taking to the streets, we’re staying off them. And considering our options when this is all over. Meanwhile, there’s snow in the forecast. That’ll teach me to put the shovel away.
Has it only been a week?
(Note to self: Stop cursing.)
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