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Pandemic humor… the wine edition.

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Because we could all do with a little more wine right about now.

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Testing.

It’s so important.

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To be honest, I currently have 18 rolls of toilet paper in my closet.

My ancestors might have used the Sears catalog in the outhouse but I don’t want to. Especially since it’s online these days.

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A mask no one will refuse to wear!

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It’s all about safety.

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I miss hopping from winery to winery for tastings, but this could work.

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Pandemic humor.

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Because I’m still trying to laugh.

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Ain’t that the truth! I’ve cooked and baked more in the past two years than I have in the last 20. Which sadly, my hips and thighs can attest to.

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I need one of those.

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This is funny, but not. Our neighbor is a nurse and has been past the point of burnout for a solid year.

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I really hope not, but you can’t argue with the logic.

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News headlines I could happily have done without reading.

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It’s been a shitshow of a year hasn’t it?

While I normally roll with the punches, I have to admit sitting here on the last day of 2021 has got me a trifle depressed. Our lives have been put on hold for too long and I’m more than ready to disconnect the pause button.

With that in mind, reading the news probably wasn’t the best idea… but what the hell. How much worse could it be?

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*Note to self – don’t ever ask that question*

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Of course it will. I would expect nothing less.

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I’ve never been on a cruise, and to be honest that type of vacation never interested me. ‘Floating petri dish’ has done nothing to change my mind.

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Apparently NASA is going to rent space stations from private companies in the future. I don’t even want to know how many billions of dollars will literally go up in smoke when the current station goes poof.

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Is that what I look like in my skinny jeans?

Now I really am depressed.

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A time for reflection.

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The end of another dreadful,WTF year is approaching and it’s time to look back.

Not on anything serious mind you, but rather….

This:

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What the inside of our storage barn looked like then…

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And what it looks like now.

Before…

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And after two years of nothing to do but stay home and try to avoid the global plague.

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While I’m the first to admit 2020 and 2021 have sucked the big root, they did afford us the time and energy (not to mention the tens of thousands of dollars we saved on travel) to transform our packed with useless crap storage space….

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Into the Barn Mahal/Man Cave Extraordinaire you see today.

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We won’t mention the fact that all the husband’s “treasure” has simply migrated upstairs and forms the same giant pile of crap, just on a higher level.

No.

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We shall instead marvel at the transformation..

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And pour ourselves a drink.

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Cheers!

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At this point I shouldn’t even be surprised.

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Covid.

It’s ruined so many things, not to mention lives.

Every time we make a plan, the virus rears its ugly head like a demonic Jack in the Box and shrieks, I don’t think so!

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Our Christmas gatherings were cancelled last year and I was okay with that. But this time around we’re fully vaccinated and boosted and were looking forward to a get together/dinner/celebration with family and friends. A hesitant return to normalcy…

I should have known that was too good to be true.

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I’d made Sangria. And had gathered all the fixings for crabmeat toastie appetizers and my special Cappuccino Mousse Trifle dessert… but now, it looks like that will be Christmas dinner for two because the host of the gathering called late last night to cancel. Her (unvaccinated) visiting daughter in law brought the gift of Covid (worst houseguest ever!) so now they’re all quarantining.

First our Thanksgiving plans was cancelled due to an outbreak, now Christmas.

This is seriously getting old.

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Dodging a Covid bullet.

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It seems our 2021 Thanksgiving dinner might look like this…

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Because I just received a phone call from the host of the celebration we planned to attend. She and her husband…. who were both fully vaccinated but not boosted…. have come down with Covid.

This woman is one of the most careful people I know. She always wears a mask, avoids crowds and washes her hands frequently. But her husband went north last week to visit his son. His son’s family was not vaccinated, and the town where he was staying has an extremely high positivity rate.

So now they’re both quite ill. Fever, chills, splitting headaches, extreme fatigue, body aches, joint stiffness, brain fogginess, coughing, sore throat, loss of taste and smell.

She’s a pretty tough cookie and rarely complains, but I can tell she’s worried. Thankfully they’re not having any breathing issues and are hoping they can ride it out at home.

I’ve offered to bring groceries and drop meals on their porch, but a family member has them covered.

And though I know it’s awful….the thought that keeps popping in my head is if it had been a day or two later? We all would have been exposed and at risk.

My other half had his booster shot 2 weeks ago… and me? I just scheduled one for this afternoon. Yours truly is not taking any chances.

I’m also not eating Thanksgiving dinner from a can… and am now heading to the grocery store to fight the crowds and search for a last minute turkey and fixings to prepare a quiet meal for two.

Minus the green bean casserole of course.

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