So it’s June and we finally made the seasonal move. We left hot and steamy Florida for the cooler air of New England. We were a month later this year, attributable to the COVID-19 induced fear of flying. But when a high-humidity bad hair day commences at 7 in the morning, one is inclined to take a risk. So donned with masks and gloves, and Sam the Dog, we boarded a plane.
Due to the compulsive need to leave everything in perfect order, as if no one ever lived in the house, I experienced the same week of pre-move craziness that I’ve written about in the past, up to and including waking with a start at 3 am because I had neglected to vacuum the lint trap in the dryer.
What was different this year, however, was packing. Typically I’m way too insecure to leave very much behind. You know what I mean. The very handbag that I decided not to take would be the one that would be perfect for this evening. But lately, this evening, and most all evenings have included a home-cooked meal and Season 4 of another Netflix series. And one certainly does not require a handbag to travel from the dining table to the couch in front of the TV.
So when it came to clothing, we did travel light. Dress-up shoes, pretty blouses, and fancy pants were left behind in exchange for Clorox, anti-bacterial wipes, counter spray, masks and disposable gloves. And 18 rolls of much coveted toilet paper. Just in case.
We arrived in Connecticut a few days ago, and are still settling in. I’ve been very busy stowing the disinfectants and the 18 rolls of toilet paper, and figuring out how to acquire groceries without actually going to a store.
So instead of focusing on a new essay, I’ve spent two days trying to figure out how to change my address on Instacart. I think I finally did it, and have allayed my fear that my Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia ice cream would be melting at my front door in Florida.
But I certainly cannot leave the page without my usual offering of warped wisdom. Fortunately, a friend of mine, who is a source of much good humor, recently sent these clever comments concerning the current state of things amidst the second quarter of 2020. Enjoy!
Love your words of wisdom. Stay safe my friend and big hugs to Sam.
Oh, and guard those Clorox wipes! None in my area!!!
With my life!
Hugging Sam is the easy part. What’s hard is NOT hugging him. He truly lights up my life.
Enjoyed this blog, Susan. Have a great (and safe) summer!
THanks Linda. You, too!
Back in Greenwich where we are having our drinks in the parking lot with fellow apartment dwellers. I am seriously overdressed.
What! Didn’t bring the overalls????
Happy you made it home safely. Stay well and keep those blogs coming. We need your incredible wit and humor more than ever.
I shall do my best on both counts. And you keep those hilarious items coming, as well.