More COVID-19 behaviours

pexels-photo-696287 barberStill getting used to the new normal.

My wife and engaged in a new activity for the first time. I guess all new activities are first time activities, and there is a bit of redundancy there. But all in fine.

She actually cut my hair. And not with the dog grooming razor. A real human being razor. I had this grooming kit back from when I had a beard, for the second time. All I can say is that I don’t want to talk about it further. At least further than I already have.

Admittedly, I took the first run at it. Mainly doing the back and sides. I had longer hair in collage, but that was the seventies. Being almost in my seventies has a whole different connotation. I did a lot of by feel, and constant repetition.

She was slightly bemused at the result. So she took pity on me and smoothed out the rough edges. Of which there were many.

I am not sure we intend to do this on a go forward basis to save money. As they say, the difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut is two weeks of self-isolation.

I didn’t offer to do my spouse’s hair since a bad job would set me up for 4 weeks of quarantine.

 

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pexels-photo (2) pantry

Covid-19 requires serious action. But, admittedly, there are the occasional lighter aspects.

After our BC board meeting, we decided to fly over to phoenix to see some friends just for a few days. Of course, after we arrived then the talk about shutting the border came up, so he headed home. I’ve always used the hand sanitizers at airports, but now they seem to be set at jumbo discharge. I struggled to wipe it all over my hands. With all the foam still covering my palms and back of my hands, I felt I couldn’t walk away from the hand station since I am sure everyone would be askance as  to whether foaming at the cuticles was a new symptom. I resorted to cleaning up to my elbows.

After travelling out of the country, we self-isolated. This is sort of like retirement. Twice the husband and half the income. So of course I organized the pantry.

An idle mind is the devil’s play ground. I thought about organizing items according to ability to open them. Perhaps cardboard on one level, bags on another and cans on a different another. Using mind-mapping, I decided on three levels. The first level would be food regardless of packing material. Salmon and pasta. The next level would be stuff you put on food. Tomato sauces, panko crumbs. The top level would be stuff you put on food, but probably shouldn’t. Things like syrup and jams.

Fortunately, my wife only laughed. Retirement looks positive!

 

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