Last Sunday, I stopped doing what I’ve been doing for 31 months: keeping a pandemic contact diary of every place I’ve been and people I’ve met. It seemed like the right thing to do, you know, to alert others when or if I was down with COVID.
Not that the pandemic is over, far from it. They predict another upsurge later this year. (Make sure you get that last reminder!) It just seems like it’s time to quit. My regular daily schedule can probably fill the same role.
This diary may have only been busy during the Corona-era semi-isolation – since I haven’t used it, since I haven’t contracted COVID yet – but it’s something I did that made me feel like I was doing something right.
Last Sunday, I had filled 62 pages of a 2″ x 6″ notebook, recording the places I went and the people I found there. Next to the date I put a second date 14 days later (this was the original period you would be contagious) and when that day came I went back and put an X in the original entry.
It was, after all, a kind of diary. I know that on March 2, 2020, my first entry, that I played racquetball at the Y and played with. On Sunday, October 16, 2022, my last entry, I know which friends I visited to watch the Patriots game and which family member I visited in the hospital.
On the middle 60 pages were trips to Pennsylvania and daring driving through several states to visit family in North Carolina. And an Easter dinner with family members. Additionally, there were dozens of trips to the supermarket, CVS, liquor store, the Y, restaurants for eat-in and take-out, doctors and dentists, to work at the polls, to stores , banks, and also dozens of visits to my home by friends, neighbors and physiotherapists.
I’m going to put my contacts log in a safe place (meaning I’ll have a hard time finding it). It can make for interesting reading years later.
“Success does not breed success; success breeds self-confidence.
Am I the only one …
Who screams at the end of every Dick Wolf concert?
“As for this blue bear and his bare butt, this ad, based on the sarcastic question, ‘Do bears (poo) in the woods?’ joins a long line of bland advertisements for all sorts of products that, if they existed a number of years ago, were invisible and not intended for the public,” writes Doug Wynne.
“Like the razor that can shave where the sun should never shine, the deodorant specifically formulated to keep that area smelling great in case the sun shines there, the Duluth Trading underwear designed to have a place for everything and to keep everything in. this place, etc.
“Although I am far from being a prudish person,” he adds, “I believe in propriety and respect for others in one’s speech and manners. How old-fashioned can you get?”
So you’re so smart…
Last week, I bet you couldn’t tell me what ancient Romans usually wore under their togas. My answer: a tunic.
Doug W. and Kathy H. (“The Romans wore a tunic or layers of tunics under their togas. Some wore a loincloth, but others wore nothing to cover the groin area, like the Scots wearing a kilt “).
The most common wrong answer, of course, was nothing. “Nada, nothing, nothing. They went commando! writes a reader.
Now, I bet you can’t tell me, without looking, which animal has the most legs. The deadline is Tuesday noon.
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