Today was perhaps the best day we’ve had in quarantine.
Outside the house, the US congress FINALLY approved their aid package, and the markets stopped plunging for the moment, but too many people in the US are just not getting the social distancing thing. Not even close. It could be bad down there in a bit.
In BC, ICBC is offering deferred payments (see here), canceling driving tests, and now they’re offering remote license renewal. Not sure what happens with new drivers. To my way of thinking, they should be on the road now. Almost zero chance of running into another car.
As well, the BC Govt announced a moratorium on evictions (here). Great for renters. Bad for landlords since there’s no moratorium on mortgage payments to the bank.
Here, though, we felt like the cavalry arrived in the nick of time. The groceries came! Our first order in a week (due to deliveries having to be scheduled that far in advance.)
And, for the first time, we got nearly 100% of what we ordered!
Ok, sure, we didn’t get any bleach, so whites ain’t gonna stay white. Some feminine hygiene products were out, so that’s gonna be an issue next month. Maybe a really, really big one. We didn’t even try to get TP, (we still have 14 rolls in reserve), nor did we try to get wipes, though we’ll be needing them at some point soon. But we got about 6 bags of stuff!
I don’t know who was more excited about the grocery delivery today. Our old dog, Vegas, leaped up from her comfy, zen bed, and raced over to the bags like she was a puppy again. The reason. Kobasa sausage. We made the mistake of giving her a piece out of guilt, and now she loves that more than… well… us.
The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World ran around with the scrubbing bubbles bottle showing everyone. Including the dog. She was dancing and giggling the whole time.
We may be losing it.
Me? I nearly cried when I got fresh hamburger. No buns, but that’s ok, we can do a lot with fresh hamburger. The-Oldest, having been deprived of milk for 12 hours, immediately tanked up. And The-Youngest looked on the bag of chips like a hungry chipmunk looks at a pile of nuts in the middle of winter.
Food, glorious food! For music look here!
I gloved up to be safe, wiped down every box, container, and jug, then put it all away. An empty fridge is an ugly thing, but a full fridge (or fuller) is a thing of beauty. We still have some weird healthy things in the back of the fridge that we’ll only eat if we have to.
In other news, no sign of the cats. In more, ‘other news,’ the mysterious box from yesterday was full of Corinne’s dad’s slides.
But more good news was on the way. The-Youngest gets to have surgery for his bad toe! He won’t need a ventilator, it’s just a local, then a snip here and there, and he’s done. It’s even performed in the office, so no hospital resources will be used.
The-Youngest’s poor toe has been a real issue for him. He can’t even put on shoes right now. It’s so bad that he doesn’t even want to go for a bike ride. So it will be great to get that thing operated on. It looks nasty. Real nasty.
As well, The-Oldest had his first online piano session with his teacher and he was in heaven. Not only had he just completed his own song, learned the Mephisto waltz (the one that nearly drove me insane), but now he could talk about chord progressions and diggeriedoos or whatever with his teacher.
He was as happy as I’ve seen him in this crisis.
The-Youngest, after his epic meltdown yesterday was back to his usual self. We’d planned to do some jobs together, but I ran out of energy about 4pm. We’ll do those jobs tomorrow.
Tomorrow, however, is the day we’ll find out for sure if we can go out, again. Not that it’ll change much, to be honest, but now I can do quick grocery shops if we need milk and not have to ration for a week, or if The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World needs come chocolate or fem-hy products or both.
I doubt we’ll do too much differently, but just knowing that I can, makes a huge mental difference.
Be safe, be healthy, and respect this new world.
(and here is The-Oldest’s latest composition…