So what’s left of your summer plans, hmm?
Okay, films then. We all need a good ‘ol blockbuster to forget our troubles for a couple of hours. How about the new James Bond flick, “No Time to Die”? I mean, what’s summer without 007, amiright? Oh, wait — delayed till October. Hmm… Perhaps the weirdly-named next Batman epic, “The Batman”? Umm… it apparently won’t be out now till next year.
Oh, never mind.
2021 has quickly become a rerun of last year. What with wearing masks again, it’s not so much social distancing but rather “just get the hell away from me, okay?” And by popular demand from the unvaccinated, a return to overflowing hospital ICU wards to boot. As Elton sang, I’ve seen that movie too.
It all really wouldn’t be so bad, but for that brief taste of freedom we all enjoyed this past spring. I went out to restaurants, I escaped Gorgeous’ ear-cutting moves and returned to an actual barber shop, and the two of us even went off on a road trip for eight days. I actually understood what people were saying again out in public!
Collectively all of us had been in our happy zones, weren’t we? And then it all was snatched away from us because of this fourth wave. I hope none of you blinked.
Lest you be concerned that I’m going to go off on a rant here about those who refuse to get their shots, fear not dear readers. Why bother when people way more talented are doing it brilliantly on a nightly basis?
No, instead I submit to you that maybe it’s just as well that we’re once again making the living room couch our happy place. Just like those men who sit each morning at the Dunkin’ table solving all the world’s problems (when Dunkin’ had tables available that is), I am again perched upon my comfy catbird seat offering verbal retorts to TV news makers. No one’s listening, especially Gorgeous, but I do feel a duty to speak my mind.
To wit: although I’m relieved to see sane adults running the government again, it does look like someone needs to tell Dad to stop pretending that he’s an air traffic controller and allow people with more experience to run the Kabul airport. The daily scenes on the news are just heartbreaking.
So in the midst of riding all of this out, we’ve returned to familiar themes and routines from a year ago. While dining out is now, ‘er, off the table, carry out — which never truly stopped — is fashionably back in vogue.
We’ve also increased our streaming options. I still stubbornly avoid the monthly fees of Netflix or Hulu, but we did add the relatively inexpensive offerings of Paramount Plus (a/k/a CBS and its corporate siblings). We highly recommend “Why Women Kill.” Also, although it took me over a year to realize I had access to PBS’s Passport service via a monthly contribution to the local NPR station, we’ve been pleased at the ability to binge entire seasons of new and classic PBS shows. We just finished the latest season of “Unforgotten” and are now in the middle of “Professor T” (the latter not a favorite of Gorgeous’, but I force her to watch anyway).
And somehow, if one looks hard enough, there remain things out there that can raise a smile. They didn’t invent the cell phone camera for just selfies, you know.
I saw the below in a parking lot earlier this summer. Assuming/hoping that everyone involved survived it okay, one does have to wonder if the driver will still receive his/her license. I’m betting AAA is re-thinking the branding here, eh?
Speaking of takeout food, I discovered that it’s not just computer chips that are in short supply to manufacturers at the moment. A recent visit to my favorite Chinese joint alerted me to the vastly unreported menu lettering shortage! In particular the R’s and E’s must be in high demand at the moment…
The only other thing to report is that we applied for and received financing to renovate our poor kitchen. Because of the hot home market, it took the bank a full four months to complete the process from initial review to final approval. However, we have absolutely no contractor lined up to do the work. While we once hoped to start the parade of interested vendors to come by in the fall, we’re not even going to bother with getting estimates now until probably November at the earliest. With each groan I hear from our present washer and refrigerator, my only hope is that all the appliances can make it through to the end of the year and slightly beyond. That is, if we all don’t encounter a fifth wave.
So careful out there. If climate change events of this year haven’t been enough on our plate, we are being held hostage by approximately one half of the population who refuse to believe in any sense of community.
Don those masks again, get your upcoming booster, continue to let Bill Gates track you, and by all means don’t forget to eat your shkimp!
Until next time…