I have wall to wall streaming concerts today; I am going to attempt to write as I listen. Of course, that means not watching so every once in a while I need to see if people are talking to me. I’ve been talking to people much more often then when I’m not social distancing so I should be able to stay quiet for a while. I’m not only making sure to call people; people are calling me. Yesterday morning Dan called me, and we had a good long talk. I had planned on calling Carolann. When I was watching Abbie Gardner and Craig Akin’s streaming concert she said that she had a great talk with Carolann and that everyone should call her. I was afraid that Carolann would be swamped so I waited a while before calling. I was the only one that took Abbie that literally. Both Carolann and Dan gave me useful advice, now I have to take it. I need to be a war profiteer and tutor people remotely during the plague. I’m joking but I’m not feeling guilty about it at all. I’m not price gauging, I’m very good at it and my services are needed. I need to set up the infrastructure and do it fast. It’s pretty much the perfect job for me. I don’t have to get out of my sweatpants. As much as I go out I’m temperamentally well-suited for social distancing. I love to sit in my recliner and have the world come to me electronically. I acted as IT support for Richard and Joe Crookston. I’m feeling useful while sitting in my sweats with my feet up.

I took a night off from cooking and made a peanut butter sandwich for dinner. I usually think of that as a failure but last night it was deliberate time management. Oh wait, that was the night before. Last night I made poutine. It takes some effort to no have that every night. I’m going to have to venture out for more potatoes soon. It’s the only thing I’m not well stocked with.

I used to often write about Creepy Guys; they were numbered, #1, #2, and #3. They acted inappropriately with women.  By chance I’ve been socially distanced from that for quite some time, the currents of life carried us in different directions. I didn’t discover that Creepy Guy #4 was creepy in that sense until he was dammed off from my life by people that knew that he was. I always felt that he had issues and was uncomfortable around him. That doesn’t make someone bad, it just means that they don’t sit well with me. While I’m the absolute judge of what music is good and bad I don’t claim that for people. This time my gut was telling me the right thing, but that’s not to be relied on. I just got an insight from him into his thinking. He doesn’t see anything he did as inappropriate. He wasn’t being uncaring, he wasn’t taking advantage of his position, he was just totally clueless. He doesn’t know what’s right and what’s wrong. It’s a failure of empathy. How do we deal with people like that? A lifetime of social isolation has left him not knowing how to deal with people which makes people dam him off from their lives. Sadly, there might not be a solution. No woman should be subjected to the inappropriate attention just to give him practice with people. We don’t let people be surgeons by trial and error on patients. Some things are just sad and there’s nothing you can do about it.