My last day of quarantine was yesterday. Thank goodness because, much as I am quite creative in the kitchen, I was starting to worry that things would turn drab as I was running low on pretty much everything. You see, my family and I were fortunate to go on a cruise together. (Post about it to follow soon as I kinda got distracted on my return, for some reason.) Yes, there was talk but it was faint and precautions were taken upon boarding and we sanitized everywhere we went so we felt pretty outside of the situation. Till we hit New York. Waiting for our plane the drone overhead was relentless as were all the TV screens. We thought, shit… what the eff is going on?
Took it easy on Tuesday (11th) and worked Wednesday through Friday, receiving the stink-eye from a couple of the cooks. Sorry, mates. We were not told to self-quarantine. Until we were. On Saturday, my boss called me to ask me to stay home just as I was texting him to say I had to stay home for two weeks from the arrival date, meaning, until the 23rd. All good.
I try to go out daily with Zeke for a walk, choosing less populated streets of which there are many. Distances are kept and every “hello” is not only received but returned with a smile, to boot. No one tries to get in ayone else’s space and that is fabulous. There are a few “rainbows in windows” campaigns going on and I have seen the proof. It is precious and beautiful to see. Most are handmade and even if not, who cares? It’s a lovely way of uniting us.
Speaking of uniting, it’s a mixture of disconcerting and heartwarming to see all the cars parked in the driveways, making every day seem like a Sunday, with people walking about, cycling, playing hockey (I had to assume this was a family who lives together). You can see the distance between groups or individuals – a good sign that rules are being respected.
This last image was taken shortly before the ambulance arrived. You can see a person sitting on the ground with one helping her while others look like they want to go close to help (or snoop) but don’t dare – a good thing at this time. I hope it was nothing serious.
In some places, I have finally seen signs of spring flowers working their way out of the frozen ground! Not at my house just yet, but still. And, I’m surprised this photo turned out as it was so bright outside, I could not see a darn thing!
Speaking of every day being like a Sunday, that includes Sunday meals en famille, of which we have not been able to partake in a dog’s age because we all work different shifts and most of the time are at work when it should be suppertime. Sundays especially. Soooo… with my “Empty the fride/freezer/pantry” campaign, I was doing a bang-up job…
Which brings me back to my opening paragraph. Now that I was allowed to go shop, I did. All in one fell swoop as I do not want to have to go out and expose myself more than necessary until it is necessary. I was pleased to see that Costco had organised the lines – and were counting how many they let in: one goes out, one allowed in, keeping the numbers at, well, I don’t know how many, but judging by the space in there, it was quite low. However, as you can see below, the peeps in front of me were certainly NOT keeping six feet between them. I did and let the guy behind me know when he was in my bubble.
Got my goods and the staff did no bagging so I figured, no big whup, once I get to my car, I’ll do it there. However. DISASTER! My case of beer was on the cat food bag and, unbenownst to me, and slipped forward until CRASH! It fell to its side and made like the Caesar’s Palace Fountain Show only sans lights and music! I got a good beer shower as I righted the damn thing and waited as it did its thing. A kind samaritan gave me a half roll of paper towels and said he hoped I was thirsty. Um… These cans are 500 ml (17 oz) each! Even if all six, yes, SIX, of them emptied half-way, that represents 1.5 l (3 pints) of beer – Not saying I couldn’t if push came to shove but yanno… it was a “bit” much and plus, they were room temp. So. I put a couple in the fridge and drank them – they were flat by then. Blech. and the rest is put aside for more beer bread…
Victims, a sad state of affairs.
After the horror of putting all my stuff away into the car, I had two more stops to make. Some fruit and herbs and stuff that I can’t get at Costo. And what up, peeps? Has everyone decided to bake their own bread? Not an ounce of flour to be found at either store I went to. And fuggedabout yeast… Yep. Looks like I’ll be making more beer bread should I run out of the store bought one.
The snow started to fall ever so lightly during my last stop. The boys helped me empty my car and put away the groceries. By then, forget about cooking. I was spent and it became leftover time. And we had a variety (see above).
I was settled into an evening of watching “Lion” when I got a text from Linda: “Yo, Outside your window.” Took a peak and waved, then opened the door, shouted for her to hang on, I’d get redressed and join her – yes, yes, six feet apart – with Zeke. It was a winter wonderland!
Neither of us was upset with the snowfall. We know that March snows never last. This was just about the prettiest snowfall we had all winter! Of course, it’s officially Spring, so that must be it.
Nothing lasts forever…