Blogging while minimalizing your time outside is not easy. I could write every day, I sat in my recliner and watched TV but that would soon get old. I do cheat and tell you what I ate and who I spoke to, or is that who I ate and what I spoke to? No, for now it’s the former. Know what’s really sad, it’s no longer exciting to say that I made poutine. I did, eating it is still exciting, but talking about it isn’t. Matzoh brie for breakfast? That had currency. Every Pesach I buy five lbs of matzoh, it’s not hoarding. It’s how they sell it and it’s really cheap. You can’t even get Pesach matzoh the rest of the year. But that supply is coming in very handy. I want peanut butter and there’s no bread? No problem, there’s matzoh. Why is this night different than all other nights? It isn’t for me.
What I did yesterday was not watch any streaming concerts. I missed one I wanted to see, Rainbow Girls. I problem missed others from friends, but I never even looked. Tonight, I’ll watch Joe Crookston and Miss Tess. I deliberately do not curate the content of Social Distancing Streaming Concerts. I consider that a public utility open to all. I do curate what I post here and on Facebook. If I promote a musician they have the Wise Madness Seal of Approval™. It’s important to me that people trust my taste. Speaking of which, I just had first cup of coffee made from Marie’s Coffee and Gifts espresso beans. Two thumbs up.
Last night I called Katherine and we had a nice long conversation. I’m having more nice long conversations than before I became a shut-in. It helps that we have a lot to talk about. The part that is sticking with me the most is sharing our introspections. There’s a line from James Branch Cabell that speaks volumes, “He was not cursed with self-awareness.”
One of my recurrent themes here is complaining about a type of behavior and then doing a self-audit and suggesting that My Gentle Readers do a self-audit. The constitutional convention strove to make a more perfect union. It’s up to each and every one of us to make a more perfect individual. The key word here is “more,” no one is ever going to be perfect and some people are prone to go overboard and self-flagellate. That will not make you a better person, that will make you less happy. Observing the rest of the world, and myself, I’ve noticed people are acting better during the crisis. Some individuals are really stepping up. Others are being more pleasant. When I make my rare trips outside I’m saying hello to people, from a safe distance, and people are saying hello to me. People smile when cross paths. I learned a neighbor’s name. I wish the people working in the supermarkets well. People are wishing me well. People are checking in with me to see that I’m OK. We are physically isolating together. It would be very nice if this continues postpandemic.
Wise Madness 