All Pinked Out

I was talking to a friend today. A lovely Afghan hound who lives most of the year in Arizona, and of course we were talking about the pandemic (and maybe just a tiny bit about American politics and potential leaders for the greatest country on earth). Speaking of that, I have never seen two guys over 70 who have had such incredible sparkling white chicklet teeth! Who provides their dental care ? What kind of dog biscuits are they being given ?

Back to myself and the Afghan. Maybe it is our age, maybe it is the fact that those folks on TV keep reminding us that we are the endangered species, maybe it is because we are both survivors of cancer,  but front and center the thing that we agree on is that we are not comfortable leaving our homes. It is not to say that we  we did take a minute to discuss mask fashion. What prints are on each others masks etc. What an industry the pandemic has created there. Did you see Jay-Lo’s pink sequined one ?  I bet A-Rod paid a pretty penny for that bobble. This chatter  does not mean that we are not bored out of our skulls, missing our social and physical fitness activities: shopping for sport, going to buffets, jumping up and down and barking in swimming pools with other old lady dogs, looking at possible travel adventures awaiting us on the high seas.  We long for the days when eating in a restaurant did not include servers looking like a cross between bank robbers and surgeons wearing medical grade gloves preparing for some one to “dig in” so to speak.  And now after almost 5 months I am feeling pretty bad/guilty (Catholic) as I have not mastered a foreign language, created some work of art, learned to bake a variety of tasty treats , and on it goes. Oh wait! I have mastered gaining 6 lbs of blubber strategicaly placed right around the middle, similar to those life preserver rings we falsely had faith in when swimming as puppies as our parents waved from shore . Were they saying good luck  and good bye ? I guess it is too late in life to go back in time and address that situation.

So, I am anxious and depressed. If low grade depression is good enough for Michelle Obama, it is good enough for me. Thus the lemon biscotti cookies that I am eating like an animal. Of wait, I am one. Amazon can tell you that I am making every possible effort not to go into a store. My neighbours can tell you that I do not look like a poodle who is buying much makeup.  I am easily distracted (especially by food) Back to anxiety. I have had  one experience where a coughing woman looking at her cel phone while walking headed right into me, another where a man came up behind my back and coughed into my neck. No, it was not sexy. Neither offending cougher was wearing a mask even though the store was handing them out when you entered! I hacked right back. But my thing is COPD so that is ok. Now I have to explain that to people every time I cough in public. My medical short comings! Yep, this whole “situation” is beginning to become way too much. If it was ever a novelty then it has worn off.

And I cannot even begin to tell you all of the stupid, inconsiderate, thoughtless, mindless things that Senor does. That is going to have to be a post or two all on its own .