Day 9

I knew the fact that my hair grew so fast was a plus, UNTIL  my hairdresser wasn't available to color my hair.


Do you know these things ???????????

Do you know that from either a short or a long distance, 1/2 " of grey/white hair at the roots of your hair looks like  1" of white  hair at the roots of your hair if you have a part in your hairstyle?

Do you know that from a distance, along that part line,  that same 1" of white hair visible at the roots will blend in with your scalp and make it appear as though someone has accidentally run a mini lawn mower through your hair starting at your hairline and ending at the crown of your head?

Do you know that from a distance,  if you have cowlicks in the back of your head and your hair separates to show the white roots in those spots, that 1" of white  hair at your roots seen in the shape of a large circle back there makes it look like you lost the wrestling match with that woman who fought you for the last roll of toilet paper?

Do you know that, in desperation, a person might consider using a  permanent marker to fill in some of those cowlick spots?

Do you know that could be a real, bad mistake?

I'm just saying'

Day 8

This time alone is a time for learning about oneself.

I've learned I would never do well in solitary confinement.

 I have found that  I need contact with people and conversations AND laughter to keep me sane.


My husband says the laughter and need for contact  have gotten out of hand, though, and he's not happy about it.

It all started when I started hanging out on the  driveway  waiting for the garbage men and the mail person  and waving to them. I was just being nice.

He said he thought it was strange, but okay...I was being friendly.

He didn't think it was okay when I started running towards them, laughing and jumping up and down and waving and shouting to them.

I think  that's when they stopped picking up the garbage and delivering the mail, but I can't be sure.

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Come to think of it, our neighbors have been avoiding me, too.

Day 7

I mentioned I had ordered  an ultraviolet light gadget that is supposed to detect bacteria and viruses on surfaces .  The purpose is to show you spots in your home that are potential disease sources and you can disinfect them and then remain healthy and disease free.

     BIG MISTAKE !!!!!!

Have you ever heard the phrase, "What you don't know, won't hurt you"?  I should have paid attention to this.

I should never have bought that darned thing.  Now I know too much.  It seems our home is a cesspool of bacteria and viruses  just waiting to infect us with only God knows what.


Should we be shopping  for tents and sleeping bags? I think it might be safer for us to sleep outdoors where we can be breathing fresh air.

Meanwhile.........

This afternoon, and I suspect everyday for the rest of my life, I will be vigorously wiping down the hard surfaces of my home with paper towels soaked with bleach.

Do I dare sweep the light over my area rugs?  I so want to believe our Lucy is completely house broken and has never tinkled in our home on our Oriental rugs.

I have a feeling my area rugs will be going out for deep cleaning.  I'll love Lucy anyway.

Day 6

People are out there looking everywhere for toilet paper, sani-wipes, paper towels and basic supplies and none can be found.  It's a sad situation because some people bought way more than they needed, and left nothing for others.

I'll tell you what I have learned is almost impossible to find right now.

 But, in reality, I didn't even know I needed them......Not until I took a close look at my face in a 5X magnifying  vanity mirror. 

Ladies, I know you know what I'm talking about.....professional, high-grade TWEEZERS!

I must not be the only one in need of these things, because all stores are sold out.

 I figure another couple of weeks of salon services being shut down, and we won't be gender identifiable  anymore by looking at our faces.

I wonder what they're selling for on Ebay.

Day 5

We are very lucky to have an extra fridge and freezer in our home.  For awhile now, I've been cooking  enough for several meals and then I've frozen  the extra meals for a future day.  The stash has been growing in anticipation of the day I'd need those meals.

                                                  THE DAY HAS COME

This sounds so wonderful and I'll bet right about now, when so many restaurants are closed, you're wishing you had done the same thing.

I was patting myself on the back....so organized  that I even put leftover main courses in containers with red lids and I put veggies and sides in containers with blue lids...... until I went to the secondary freezer this afternoon and pulled out 2 containers to thaw out for dinner.   I won't tell you just yet what the problem was but I know it  will continue to be a problem  until all of the food has been thawed out and eaten.


My husband came into the kitchen, looked at the containers with different lid colors and asked, " "Honey, what are we having for dinner"?

I said, "Heck if I know".  He was kinda surprised by my answer and asked me to explain.

I did.

It seems I never labeled the containers with the contents  so from now on, every meal will be a surprise.  Hopefully, whatever I thaw out in the future will pair together better than tonight's meal.

Tonight was  Asian Shrimp in a sesame and garlic sauce  paired with Italian string beans.  Strange, but filling.

This gives "Pot Luck" a new meaning.

Day 4

My husband is happy.  He has found some more jobs to do around the house...fixing the bed is not one of them.

He has decided to change the thresholds on all of the doors leading to the outside patio and to paint them as well.  I think it might be smart to work on one door at a time, but he assures me it is more efficient to do them all at the same time.  What do I know?

What I do know now is that all doors must remain wide open while the caulk, epoxy, silicon and paint dry.

 I also know that our chihuahua, who has until today loved to remain indoors snuggled on our bed, now loves to sneak outside and enjoy her freedom.  Because of the threat of gators and bufo frogs, this is not a good idea.

 For her safety, I have been forced to lock her in our bedroom.

I now know that the high pitched, shrill wail  of an adorable, loving sweet chihuahua complaining of being locked in a room for hours can turn a non-drinker to drink.

My husband is still happy; I am not.

By the way, I've learned paint can take forever to dry.

Tomorrow is another day.

Day 3

This time together has given us the ability to learn new things about each other.  After 56 years of marriage and 2 days of 24/7 cozy time together, I've learned my husband breathes funny and smacks when he eats.

I've also learned I'm a pain in the arse when I am in confinement.   I only learned this because my husband has told me this several times over the past 2 days.   Who knew?

I'm more of a laid back person than he is and I think this time at home might be a good time to rediscover old fashion naps.

He gets antsy if he's doing nothing.  I think the fact that he's going through the Lowe's ads is an indication that there is a project in the planning.  That's okay as long as he keeps it quiet and doesn't disturb my nap.

Fast forward 2 hours later and I hear noises coming from our shower.  I peek in to find we have a new shower head installed.  Hey, his nervous energy could be a good thing over the next 2 weeks.  He's handy and doesn't charge for his services.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

Day 2

Another day of togetherness and I know it won't be easy, but we love each other and we can have some fun time together.

He sleeps in while I walk the dog.  I feed Lucy and fix coffee.  I get the newspaper and sit down in front of the TV with my coffee and just relax. 

After an hour or so, I see my spouse coming down the hall and we both warmly say, "Good morning".  All is well; we're smiling.  He has a cup of coffee, reads the sports page and fixes himself breakfast.

Meanwhile, I walk to the bedroom to change into some "public" suitable clothing and I'm met with an unmade bed.  I see we need to establish rules like....last one up fixes the bed.  That's okay.  I fix the bed and  change my clothes.

He's used to having things done for him because he's been out working all these years.  He's not now, so I'm thinking the daily chores should be evenly divided between the two of us.  After a short conversation, I see we are not on the same page about this.  Another something to add to The Rules list.

I always knew my spouse was a TYPE A person, but why is he looking all around the house for things to do?

Day 1

The spouse and I have been married for many, many years and have become accustomed to being independent in some of the activities we choose to participate in.  Translation:  We don't like to do the same things, and it's okay.

The first day home together, alone, and we agree it's the beginning of a new adventure where we rediscover the things about each other that attracted us to each other.

We talk.  And it's fun.  We laugh together.  And it's fun.  We watch TV together. And it's fun.

For the first  2 hours.......and then we go to different rooms to watch the TV shows we really enjoy and we don't have to pretend we're interested.

This is not going to be easy...being alone, together for 2 weeks.

But, we'll make it.  Tomorrow is another day.