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I went to the dentist.
When I came back from the dentist, the Sunbasket that should have arrived yesterday had finally arrived. R. had the scallops for lunch; we had the pork meal kit for dinner. It was good; we should do mostarda more often when we have apricot. R. buys it dried from Costco, so it is frequently in the house.
Also, the CSA had arrived. I cooked the mushrooms and the collards, and put everything else away. There are some fresh cayenne peppers — that should be fun!
The phones all went mad with klaxon announcements of tornado warnings. Nothing actually happened near us. I had told M. that I could not walk in the morning due to the dental cleaning, and then I texted her to say I was back, but that we should wait until the tornado thing was done. She walked in the door two minutes after the second warning had ended, and shortly before the third one went off. As I was getting ready to go, I asked her how she was doing, and she said her father (who she lives with) has a stomach bug. I didn’t like having people from a household with a stomach bug over _before_ the last year and a half. This just struck me as wrong, and I’d spent a lot of time trying to talk people out of weather panic, and so forth, that plus the dentist expressing his wish that some day humans could just take a couple pills a day instead of having to eat (very 1970s sf idea, right there!), and how that would end war and be good for the environment, and I just kinda said, you know stomach things can be covid.
Well, that did not go over well! She is already worried about her uncle having covid. So she went home sad and panicky, and no walk. Her mom called (trained and worked as a pediatrician for years, somehow convinced that you can tell from vomiting whether it is covid or not covid, which, really? OK!) and we chatted, and I didn’t argue and I apologized, and she gave me a little more context, and all is well. I saw M. later when I did my long walk, and she seemed much better and we both expressed regret and will walk tomorrow all else being equal, which we’ll see, because A. has a school tour but I’m sure we can figure something out. I don’t mind her visiting with illness in the house if I have some warning to strategize. I at least want to make sure no one else is around while we are indoors, and I’ll want to be thoughtful with dishes and so forth.
When I came back from the dentist, the Sunbasket that should have arrived yesterday had finally arrived. R. had the scallops for lunch; we had the pork meal kit for dinner. It was good; we should do mostarda more often when we have apricot. R. buys it dried from Costco, so it is frequently in the house.
Also, the CSA had arrived. I cooked the mushrooms and the collards, and put everything else away. There are some fresh cayenne peppers — that should be fun!
The phones all went mad with klaxon announcements of tornado warnings. Nothing actually happened near us. I had told M. that I could not walk in the morning due to the dental cleaning, and then I texted her to say I was back, but that we should wait until the tornado thing was done. She walked in the door two minutes after the second warning had ended, and shortly before the third one went off. As I was getting ready to go, I asked her how she was doing, and she said her father (who she lives with) has a stomach bug. I didn’t like having people from a household with a stomach bug over _before_ the last year and a half. This just struck me as wrong, and I’d spent a lot of time trying to talk people out of weather panic, and so forth, that plus the dentist expressing his wish that some day humans could just take a couple pills a day instead of having to eat (very 1970s sf idea, right there!), and how that would end war and be good for the environment, and I just kinda said, you know stomach things can be covid.
Well, that did not go over well! She is already worried about her uncle having covid. So she went home sad and panicky, and no walk. Her mom called (trained and worked as a pediatrician for years, somehow convinced that you can tell from vomiting whether it is covid or not covid, which, really? OK!) and we chatted, and I didn’t argue and I apologized, and she gave me a little more context, and all is well. I saw M. later when I did my long walk, and she seemed much better and we both expressed regret and will walk tomorrow all else being equal, which we’ll see, because A. has a school tour but I’m sure we can figure something out. I don’t mind her visiting with illness in the house if I have some warning to strategize. I at least want to make sure no one else is around while we are indoors, and I’ll want to be thoughtful with dishes and so forth.