Bill Taylor's updates on life in Toronto speak for themselves but always deserve to speak to the Salut! audience. He would join me in directing you also to the pages of Salut! Live ... there you can challenge my lists of 10 best female and 10 best female singers ... no photo tonight (Typepad wouldn't let me post it)
Covert notes from the trenches:
First time out in my new mask, made (by Lesley) to a Washington Post pattern and fitted (by me) according to instructions in the New York Times.
If you can’t trust those two heavy hitters, who can you trust? You’d never catch me wearing a Fox News mask.
It’s warm under here and a little stuffy but my glasses aren’t fogging up as much as I’d feared.
Etiquette question: If I see my neighbour and recognize him in spite of his mask but can’t be sure he’ll recognise me, should I greet him anyway and possibly have to explain who I am, or follow my instinct and cross the street to get away from him?
The point becomes moot. He crosses the street first. We exchange noncommittal little waves. I walk into a tree. Glasses fogged up more than I thought.
I expected to feel more self-conscious but no one, not even the cop in a passing cruiser, gives me a second glance. Don’t I look even a LITTLE sinister?
It might help if Lesley’s face covering didn’t have Hermes origins. Bonnie & Clyde we’re not.
I know it’s been worrying you but let me put your minds at rest…
My hair’s doing just fine.
Not optimum, no. Could use a little TLC, yes. I think what I should perhaps be aiming for is understated Lion King. Or maybe Farrah Fawcett.
But it’s remarkably unmulletlike so far (is unmulletlike even a word? It is now) and trimming the beard helped. Made the mask more comfortable, too.
We’re not out of the woods yet, my head and I, but all things considered, it could be a lot worse. So you can relax.
As for the real world… your guess is as good as mine. Probably better. I’m finding self-delusion to be a useful sanctuary.
Mind you, even I’m not as delusional as the people who seem to regard Boris Johnson as a hero for “fighting back” from Covid-19. Johnson, as he always has been, was a fool for very much putting himself in harm’s way in the first place.
And his hair, as it always has been, is simply awful.
Time hangs heavy sometimes, doesn’t it?
More and more I find myself in synch with the old man in the October 1906, Punch magazine cartoon (by William Gunning King – hey, c’mon, who else would tell you things like this?) who said:
“Sometimes I sits and thinks, and then again I just sits.”
BUT… the plot thickens.
Mr. Gunning King, who died in 1940 and can’t be held accountable, may have been playing fast and loose with transatlantic plagiarism.
In February, 1905, the Pittsburgh Press, Boston Record and Buffalo Sunday News published an ostensible exchange between a “bond salesman just back from Maine” and an old fisherman, who said, “Oh, sometimes I just sit and think, and then again I just sit.”
Hmm.
There, that killed a couple of minutes nicely, didn’t it? At this rate, it’ll be tomorrow before we know it.
Tomorrow let’s play hide and seek. You go first. I’ll count to… oh, lots and lots.
I may not come and look for you any time soon. There’s no rush.
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