Bill Taylor is on a roll. When I said the Covid-19 Diaries series was winding down, I didn't mean nothing more would appear (occasionally, friends even offer new entries). And when Bill writes like this - I call it Toronto (28) but it's been many more, all posted by him at Facebook - it would be a crime to call a halt ...
Coles Notes from the trenches:
Through a glass darkly… little things.
And I’m not (necessarily) talking about the average right-wing politician’s intellect.
Brushing my teeth is almost as dull as washing my hands. Fortunately, I don’t have to do it quite as often.
I used to snack to stave off boredom. Given that I’m bored, or on the brink of it, fairly constantly, I’ve given that up. This is better than snacking fairly constantly. Will it last beyond “end times?” End times will tell.
One size fits all means one size fits no one properly.
As the sixth week of our ordeal comes to a close, the twin wars against Covid-19 and our stair carpet continue.
Lesley, resolutely doing her 50 trips up, 50 trips down workout: “I must say this carpet is annoyingly resilient.”
At risk of “nice” not being the right word, it’ll be nice when Russian roulette once more involves putting a gun to your head and not just going near other people.
I find myself channelling Pink Floyd and The Doors. Contemplating yet another day indoors, I’m thinking, “All in all, it’s just another brick in the wall.”
And then, “Break on through to the other side.”
If only.
I feel sometimes that some of my best friends are people I’ve never met.
But if we did meet we’d probably hate each other.
I’m watching more TV and discovering in the process that I’m just as happy watching less TV.
You can glean more from negative movie reviews than positive ones.
Mr. Ed had the right idea.
We won’t be sure exactly what we’ve learned to live without until we no longer have to live without it.
More and more, I regret learning German instead of French in school. Not that I was given any choice. And not that I actually regret learning German. Or actually learned much of it. Actually.
If that’s my biggest regret, then I’m doing pretty good.
It’s not my biggest regret.
Mind your own business.
People who can think on the fly are far more valuable to society than policy wonks.
Time has never really been on our side.
You can’t turn a supertanker on a dime, no matter how much bonus-money you throw at the crew.
You can spend your children’s inheritance. And maybe you should.
I’ve had way more than my fair share of luck. I can only hope that continues.
But most of the things I’ve done in my life and most of the places I’ve been to, I will never do or go to again.
The next cat we get, if it’s a kitten, may well outlive me. The next stair carpet almost certainly will.
Lesley says when this stair carpet gives up the uneven struggle, we’re not getting another one.
Mortality sucks. I’m sure the carpet would agree.
I never was a maudlin drunk. Well… yes, I was. But damned if I’ll be maudlin sober.
So it may be time to have a glass or two of something. It usually is.
Today’s Saturday, isn’t it? I know… stop asking hard questions.
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