COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 43953.22

Combating boredom. More of the same here in Denver. Our daily routine is fairly established. When one is self quarantined, there isn’t much in the way of a social life, but lets be honest, we didn’t really have a robust social life prior to the pandemic.

I download photos from the day before, pick the best shots and then format the chip again for the next day’s gatherings. When it’s all said and done, I’ll have a bunch of new stock photos of tweet-birds and then I’ll move on.

Evenings, mainly after dinner, we try to find something interesting on television that doesn’t involve news. There are way too many people flapping their gums about this or that, so why bother listening to that stuff. We know what we have to do and we will do it. Dying for someone isn’t on our agenda, sorry.

Happy thought inventory. The trees are sprouting leaves now. The deep freeze we had a week or two back postponed spring for a while, but I think we’ll be nice and green here by the end of next week.

Supply status. Trudy made a supply run yesterday. We’re well stocked and the stores weren’t too much of a hassle for her.

Weed inventory. Enough to get us through another week or two.

Laundry status. Probably going to need to do a few loads this weekend.

No first-responder activity to report.

The hunkering down continues.

Still alive and well here in Denver.

COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 43941.33

Combating boredom. The snow has melted off but I’m afraid the extreme cold blast we received has dampened the sprouting of spring here in Denver. The trees and bushes were just about to pop when we entered an artic freeze and most of the buds that were budding got frozen. That will set things back a few days while the plants regroup and try again in a few days.

I’ve seen stories on the news feeds about people having Coronavirus dreams. Well, Trudy and I both have been having them. Funny how our memory of exactly what the dreams were about tend to fade quickly, but I wrote it down so I have a basic recollection. One dream had me walking into the back yard to find a old friend digging up my yard. He was wearing a mask and there were big piles of dirt everywhere. I’m not sure why he was digging up the yard though, but it was looking a little ominous. Another dream found me sitting at an outdoor restaurant ordering breakfast. The restaurant was busy. Nobody was wearing a mask or exercising social distancing. Suddenly out of nowhere, a herd of people came walking in, all wearing masks and we who were already seated suddenly realized we were going to die. Trudy tells me her dream last night was of people banging on our front door wanting her blood. Some kind of hold-over from her wanting to give blood plasma to Children’s Hospital. She’s always one to do her part to help others. I recon the dream demons got wind of it.

Happy thought inventory. Another text from Amazon this morning. My wireless camera tethering kit is out for delivery this morning. That will give me something new to play with while I hunker down.

Supply status. Trudy is off to pick up supplies today.

Weed inventory. We be good.

Laundry status. I got lazy yesterday and didn’t do laundry. Today’s the day. Maybe a shower for myself too.

No first-responder activity to report.

The hunkering down continues.

Still alive and well here in Denver.

COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 43937.35

Combating boredom. Winter has returned to us in Colorado. Yesterday the weather was nice and most of the previous snow had melted off by sunset. By early this morning, a second round of winter storms had moved into the area and we now have about 4 inches of snow and counting. The snow is expected to stay with us until early tomorrow morning.

Normally, we’d be hunkered down during these winter storms, so in all honesty, not much has effectively changed in our activity level. The drawback is that we end up watching television and by default inundated with a constant stream of murder, death, grief and sorrow.

I’ve become a bit of a techno-geek again. I have my trusty iPhone and iPad, Trudy has hers, and we sit on the couch with the television babbling in the background, punching the touch screens with our fingers until we have achieved our requisite finger swipes across the smudged screens. I think I’ve checked the shipping status on our Amazon orders at least 4 times a day for the past week. Excitement abounds.

Supply status. We be good.

Weed inventory. We be good.

Laundry status. We be good.

Happy thought inventory. This current snow storm has a good chance of being our last significant snow of the season. The laws of physics eventually take effect and the upcoming weather forecast is indicative of that. The next scheduled round of moisture is looking like rain rather than snow. The trees are budding just a bit, the grass is turning greener, the birds are gathering and the back yard will soon be alive and blooming with life. I have a spot picked out on the porch that allows me to watch the yard for critters to photograph. The dogs are happy. The wife is happy. The mother-in-law is happy. I’m happy. All we really have to do is not be stupid and we’ll be fine.

No first-responder activity to report.

The hunkering down continues.

Still alive and well here in Denver.