1. Gone without a bra (Plastic Mancunian & Bud may skip this one!) Alrighty then.
2. Skipped making your bed. That’s not something I do. I straighten it, but if I’m it alone, I don’t care. At all.
3. Ordered groceries to be delivered. Weekly. I don’t like it as much, it costs more, but it’s safer not only from the virus, but also my back of 13 operations.
4. Cooked a real meal. I’ve been single for a year. I cook, This week it’s Dad’s Tuna Casserole & somebody’s American Chop Suey. That’s in addition to lamb chops and salmon steaks.
5. Spent the day in pajamas? I’m only in clothes if I have to go to the pharmacy.
6. Skipped shaving your legs. See #1.
7. Spent hours on Instagram or Pinterest. No. Never have. I’ve been on the sites but no, not for me. We have accounts there & Twitter (all @wtit). But Facebook is the only one that I am into. Other than of my family & WTIT, while I really love photography, I can’t make it. I’ve seen the gift in others. Amazing.
8. Eaten in a restaurant. Once. It was empty & my son bought. It was early on. We do delivery.
9. Skipped washing your hair. That routine is unchanged. Showers shave (Other than when certain folks wanted men to grow beards till it’s over. I did that.) I’ve trimmed it of course. I had my hair cut as stuff seemed to be going down. I had it cut by someone other than myself two weeks ago. I feel “hot” again.
11. Worked a puzzle. No. Don’t get that one either. Memes. Worked on them.
12. Had Zoom calls. Yes. With my kids & grandkids it’s terrific.
13. Written letters. No. Long emails, particularly to my buddy’s kids who passed recently. He was one of the first voices of WTIT (announcing show openers and bits you’s expect a radio station to have.) Rod Ewing, 72 died of Parkinson’s. We were very close for a few years. He moved to Alaska after what was to be a vacation there. He only came back for a couple of days a year later to say goodbye to everyone both on the radio station & friends. We spent a couple of hours together. It was 1975. The last time I saw him. I googled him a week ago. I thought I’d call. I found his obit instead. He passed in November. I wrote his family. His daughter (all 30-somethings) wrote back and forth with us exchanging stories. I obviously never met her. So here’s a toast to Rod – Cheers to a old friend!
15.Gone barefoot. Constantly.