30 March 2020 (Day 12) – And so it continues.
We had a small amount of excitement yesterday when friends
Pat and Ralph dropped by to deliver some toilet paper they’d kindly gone out
and sourced for us. (Guess where they got it? Real Canadian Superstores – the retailer
that didn’t have any to include in our grocery delivery of the other day.)
We, of course, couldn’t go down to meet them at the
front door because of our building’s request that returning travellers in
self-isolation not go into public areas. And they weren’t supposed to come in. So
our poor put-upon neighbour, Christian, kindly agreed to go down and collect
the TP for us.
We went out on the balcony, shivered in the wintery air
and waved and shouted. “Hi, Ralph! Hi, Pat!” They were little ants down on the
driveway, but the sight of their smiling faces looking up was very welcome.
They had brought their dog, Pensy, who Pat says got quite excited when they
went towards the door. She thought she was going to get to come up in the
elevator again.
Thanks again Pat and Ralph. And Christian.
Other than that, one day blends into the next.
We keep busy. Karen has been watching video craft
lessons on her computer and doing the exercises. For a class she’s either taken
or was going to be taking here in town (probably not, now), she’s making an art
book, a small hand-made book with collaged pages.
Each page is an interpretation of the lyrics of a
different song about stars or the sky. So she’s been wandering around the
apartment singing “Would you like to swing on a star, carry moonbeams home in a
jar...or would you rather be a...mule?”
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Work in progress - would you like to swing on a star |
Why stars? They were one of Louis’s other early
obsessions, along with owls. At one point we or his parents had to sing “Twinkle,
twinkle little star” to him about 50 times a day. He still sings it to himself
sometimes
She’s also still doing her Fitbit-inspired walking religiously:
at least 250 steps every hour – 10,000 to 15,000 a day. Pretty good for a caged
lioness. The Fitbit website, though, is apparently down, which means she can’t
pore over her sleep results and other statistics the Fitbit app aggregates.
She reads as much as or more than ever. Reading the
paper – and Karen reads three every day – is a deeply-ingrained habit, for both
of us, We never got into the habit of watching TV news and almost never do. If
we had to rely on getting hard-copy newspapers, we’d be feeling very out of touch at this point. But we’ve
been using an online service called Pressreader for years.
Pressreader
costs about $40 a month and gives you access to thousands of newspapers around
the world, including The Globe & Mail,
The Toronto Star, The London Free Press, The National Post, The Guardian, etc., etc. What you get is a digital facsimile of the
print edition displayed in an app on a tablet, phone or computer. We use our
8-inch Android tablets. Works great.
For books, and Karen reads three or four a week, she had
to make slight adjustments. When we’re at home, she goes to the library at
least once a week to borrow hard-copy books. When we go away, we both rely on
library copies of e-books, which we download and read on our Kobo readers. She’s
simply continued with that since we got home. I switched almost exclusively to reading on my Kobo
a couple of years ago, so there’s been no adjustment for me.
We can borrow e-books from our library anywhere we go,
of course, as long as we have Internet.
Demand for e-books from our library here in London –
as elsewhere – has sky-rocketed in the last five years or so. Publishers apparently
charge libraries orders-of-magnitude more for each title than the same thing
sells for at retail. They also put onerous restrictions on how libraries can
use them. This limits how many titles libraries can afford to acquire, especially
given that they’re often among the hardest hit by public spending cuts. Many of
Britain’s library systems, for example, are in crisis.
All of this means that access to reading material for
us could be limited. I often have trouble finding anything I want to read at
our library. Luckily, we have access to a couple of other libraries to which we
wangled memberships years ago, one in the U.S., one in the U.K. For whatever
reason, they’ve never cancelled our memberships. Thank goodness (or
carelessness.)
It can be argued that we, as avid, reasonably well-off
readers, should be supporting a struggling publishing industry – and its authors
– by buying our books. Fair comment. But given the number of books we read
between us in a year, it would become a major
line item in our expenses. And we’re not expecting to be as well-off post-COVID
given the thrashing our investments are taking.
As for me, I spend an absurd amount of time on this
blog, and trying to solve cryptic crossword puzzles – with only mixed results –
and reading (but only one newspaper a day for me, and far fewer books than
Karen). I’m still jogging around the apartment at least once a day for 20 or 25
minutes, listening to podcasts of the CBC’s The
Current with Matt Galloway. (Highly recommended by the way.)
We now eat our big meal of the day at 3 pm to
accommodate Karen’s anti-diabetes diet regime. It breaks up the day
differently.
By 8:30, we’re ready for some TV. We don’t watch any
more than we used to. It’s almost all from streaming services. We’re currently
enjoying Valhalla Murders, a
nordic-noir set in Iceland, and Unorthodox,
based on the memoir of a woman who escaped her strict orthodox Jewish community
and tried to become a musician. Both on Netflix.
We were
watching PVR-recorded episodes of the latest season of Outlander, but we’re thinking the series might have reached its
best-before date. It’s leadenly slow-moving and they’ve made the mistake of
bringing attention to all the implausibilities of time travel.
The weird thing
is in all this, the days just whiz by.
*
Desert
Island: Dave Brubeck was another of my early jazz heroes. I
still listen to him regularly.
Time
Out, the most famous of his albums, was the first I bought, very early on,
probably in the 1970s. I remember years later going in to Tower Records when I
was in Manhattan on a business trip and buying the CD version. This album, Brubeck Time, made in 1954, actually
predates Time Out by five years, but isn’t
nearly as well known. I didn’t hear it for the first time until about ten years
ago, when I got this re-engineered CD edition. The music isn’t as out-there as Time Out in terms of its use of unusual
time signatures, but the band is just as good, the sound is a little plusher
than Time Out and Paul Desmond’s lyrical
sax is wonderful. I don’t know why it isn’t more popular.
Dirty
Hippy: This is another cheat, stretching the “dirty hippy
period.” (Although, I notice our moderator – son-in-law Bobby Baines – approved
my selection of a 1980 release yesterday.)
The
Cryptic Corner
Yesterday’s clue was “Support eastern Vikings with
five hundred (7).”
Solution: ENDORSE.
Non-cryptic clue is “support.” You build the answer by
arranging the abbreviation for eastern (E), the Roman numeral for 500 (D) and a
synonym for “vikings” (NORSE).
I’m going to change it up a bit. As mentioned, I’m no whiz
solver myself. I’m often frustrated by not being able to quite complete
puzzles. Here’s a recent Globe & Mail
puzzle, mostly filled in, but with three words unsolved. Can you get them for
me? Pat?
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