Journaling Covid-19 – March 26, 27, and 28

March 26th

I am not the only person cooking and baking. So much free time!


Blowin’ in the Wind!

My first choice is always to be outdoors, but the West Wind is terrific. Our small house in downtown, metro Westcliffe is two blocks south of Main Street and two blocks north of open ranch land. Today, looking out the window, Tumbleweeds rip north on Second Street like a bowling balls thrown by Charles Atlas.

I could be reading a very good book, but the kitchen calls out. What is it about impending disaster and cooking or eating food? We’re not squirrels harvesting nuts, but food beckons from the pantry. I think our craving is less about calories and more about emotional sustenance. Lacking the touch of friends and strangers, we crave food to fill that cavernous cavity.

When I was shopping some weeks ago, hopefully buying everything I would need to sustain us if the food chain breaks, I chose long-life vegetables. Lots of squash, onions, potatoes, and cabbage for sure. Today, having already eaten one cabbage, I looked askance at the two remaining cabbages. What was I going to do with them? I had some leftover ground sausage but not enough, so I sautéed a pound of ground turkey and some onions and added that to the leftover sausage. Now what?


Volunteers growing inside our airlock remind me of that saying, “Grow where you are planted.”

Cabbage rolls. I’d make cabbage rolls. But I didn’t have any string. How was I to tie the rolls? Referencing a cookbook, I read that if I brought a large pot of water to a boil, I could drop two leaves at a time into the boiling water. After blanching for one minute, I should scoop out the leaves and drop them in cold water. Two- by-two I did that, and when I rolled the leaves around the filling, I experienced no breakage AND no need for twine. I couldn’t have been happier.

Such a small triumph, but what a satisfying one! The motto to Dream Big is good, but maybe we’d all be happier if we took more pleasure in our small victories.

March 27th

 Some days ago, I mentioned a New York Times article promoting virtual Happy Hours. The article advised choosing a day and time; calling some friends; changing out of your soiled, laundry-ready clothing; pouring a beverage; and getting together at an assured-safe-distance by Skype.

So Mark and I joined another couple for Happy Hour Friday night. I chose to dress-up the Westcliffe way. Given that ‘our guests’ would only see me above my waist, I continued to wear my week-old, flannel-lined jeans. Cocktail wear and hair (which I combed for the first time in two days) was strictly above the waist.

It had been a long day, and I had eaten only an apple early that morning. Nothing thereafter. And all I can say that I will never again think of Gin without feeling queasy. The Happy Hour itself was virtual; the Gin was not. At first I was saying that I was ‘hungover.’ 36 hours later, I was using the term ‘alcohol poisoning.’

I’m recommending that readers avoid Happy Hour and choose to Skype during a coffee break or afternoon tea. Combing your hair or changing your clothes is optional. If you choose to wear jewelry, you are trying too hard.

I spent most of the day in bed. Oogie was quite concerned, and he kept checking on me. I was reminded of a friend whose mother had been bed-ridden for some time. Her dog was her constant companion, and when she died, the dog would not let anyone attend to her. The family’s only option was to call animal control.

Everyone should have a constant companion.

March 28th

 A little good news is never out of place, and yesterday I heard a wonderful piece on NBC News. With fewer cars and airplanes in motion, air pollution has decreased dramatically. Well, we know that already, but the core of the video reminds us that although we started late preparing for the coronavirus pandemic, we have picked up the pace. Likewise, we are late addressing global warming, but if we have the will (and realize the consequences of ignoring the issue) all is not lost: we can pick up the pace.

With so much chatter about fake news, I really liked the video, but those who were speaking were not identified. Just who were these people? Folks down at the local bar? Folks at the gym? I can assume from the content that those presenting were experts, but what was NBC thinking? Their obligation is to identify the ‘experts’ by name, affiliation, and expertise!

Watch the short video. What do you think?

Everyone is urged to be up-beat: reach out to friends, introduce ourselves to neighbors, take up watercolors, read a good book, take a hike,  and look forward to the flattening of the coronavirus curve. We are also encouraged to find a photo which captures our future hopes. Below I’m inserting a series of photos taken last month of my grandson, Jackson.

Looking at that photo, can I not hope?

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About timeout2

I have lived 100 lives. I write essays, short stories, poetry, grocery lists and notes to myself. If I am ever lost, look for a paper trail, but be careful not to trip over any books that lie scattered here and there. I am a reader. I am a reader in awe of writers. When I don't live in Westcliffe, Colorado, I live in London where I am a long-time member of Word-for-Word - Crouch End.
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12 Responses to Journaling Covid-19 – March 26, 27, and 28

  1. H Brent Bruser says:

    Insist Mark buy better gin. life is short. Your gin should pair well with your coifed hair and impeccable attire. Happy on!

    Sent from my iPhone


    • timeout2 says:

      Honestly, Brent, I think it is going to be some time before I have another drink. I did experience alcohol poisoning, and I am still feeling the effects of it. It was quite scary and never amusing. If I’m going to indulge, it’s going to be chocolate.

  2. Marti Minogue says:

    Just love reading your musings on this unique time in our history. It’s kind of like the whole world is pushing the “reset” button on a computer. I appreciate your delicious culinary delights. It’s difficult for me to cook for one, so I don’t. (I try to find people who would like to share). The old Holly Hobby adage comes to mind, “sharing something good to eat; half the helping, twice the treat!” Your photos of Jackson putting on his daddy’s big boots, melts my heart. We just have to leave this world a better place for them.
    Hugs, Marti

    • timeout2 says:

      Just realized, Marti, that I had pictured Jackson in my last post. My failing memory in full view! I could delete the duplicate, but the photo of Jackson trying on Miguel’s boots is just so tender. BRING ON THE TENDER!! XO

  3. Inge Munden says:

    Bringing us smiles – thank you. Hope you feel better soon!

  4. timeout2 says:

    Thank you for reading, Inge. I’m better if I don’t remember how badly I felt. I don’t think I’ll ever feel the same about Happy Hour! At heart, I’m a coffee girl dreaming of Juan Valdez. (I think I’ll have to blog my relationship with him.)

  5. Caroline A Vornberg says:

    TOOOOO funny!! Not your hangover story but the cutest grandson pics ever!!
    If we are to address the pollution factor across the globe, we must have mass transportation and biking, walking for a large majority. The trains must be electric/ solar, and the petroleum lobby must go away. I dream of a time when solar is our only source of energy. It is the only answer, as it requires large swaths of land which can also be used for other possibilities. I wonder when this possibility will be realized. Some experts put us over the limit at 15 years from now…..I can hardly believe this will be our reality with our love affair for the internal combustion engine …..
    Thanks for your writing, Doris. I am always happy to see this in my email feed!!!

  6. timeout2 says:

    Dear Caroline, I am with you 100 percent. Not that I’m wishing for more coronavirus deaths, but if the pandemic curve doesn’t flatten sometime before May, I’m hoping that people will realize how fragile life is… how inconstant political will… and how short-sighted we are when turning a blind eye. Hope is not enough.

    • Caroline A Vornberg says:

      Hope is what we have now, but action and extreme will are going to serve us better. I remember you saying you didn’t want to come out from your bunker, but you’ve done amazingly well – out of your bunker. I will do what I can from my computer to further our pursuit of a healthy planet for us, our great-grandkids and life in all its forms (except for viruses :0)). Hugs from Texas.

      • timeout2 says:

        “Action and extreme will” is the answer. Missed my mother-daughter-grand-teens’-trip to my sister’s place in Rockport, Texas. Denied sand and sun, but in full recovery. The sun will come out tomorrow.

  7. sdembosky says:

    Mama!! Alcohol poisoning??! You guys must’ve really gone hard. I’m glad you survived it my sweet mama xoxoxo

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    • timeout2 says:

      Honestly, Sarah, I have never been so sick. I’m glad I survived also. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Busy writing – to maintain my focus. Love, Mom

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