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I swear I saw more humans last week than the entire 15 months leading up to it.
I managed to get the Old Man into the dentist at some point between lockdowns, but I also suggested he get his eyes and hearing checked. The staff at the residence treat him like he's incompetent, but I know damn well his cognition is just fine, they are all just - little tiny women with soft voices and he can't hear them. He wanted to do glasses first so he could watch television.
His neighborhood where the residence is located is a typical downtown Toronto street with streetcars and shops jammed up against each other. Then two blocks away is Lakeshore and it's all strip malls and massive parking lots. The closest optician was in one of those strip malls, located inside a grocery store so I trucked him over there. While we were there we discovered his health card was expired, so after his appointment I took him to the closest Service Ontario which is also in a strip mall and inside a Canadian Tire store.
Everybody in both places were great about distancing and masks, but it still felt weird to be in a lineup.
About four days later I did dinner with my dad - on an outdoor patio - and four days after that I did beers with friends. It still feels weird and I've forgotten what it's like to be around other people. I'm jumpy. No offense, but y'all were malevolent plague vectors just six weeks ago.
Axel gets home from the States on Tuesday. He has to test negative before crossing the border and then again one a week later. So he only has to stay in quarantine for a week this time.
Normal approacheth. I'm finding it all very disorienting.
I managed to get the Old Man into the dentist at some point between lockdowns, but I also suggested he get his eyes and hearing checked. The staff at the residence treat him like he's incompetent, but I know damn well his cognition is just fine, they are all just - little tiny women with soft voices and he can't hear them. He wanted to do glasses first so he could watch television.
His neighborhood where the residence is located is a typical downtown Toronto street with streetcars and shops jammed up against each other. Then two blocks away is Lakeshore and it's all strip malls and massive parking lots. The closest optician was in one of those strip malls, located inside a grocery store so I trucked him over there. While we were there we discovered his health card was expired, so after his appointment I took him to the closest Service Ontario which is also in a strip mall and inside a Canadian Tire store.
Everybody in both places were great about distancing and masks, but it still felt weird to be in a lineup.
About four days later I did dinner with my dad - on an outdoor patio - and four days after that I did beers with friends. It still feels weird and I've forgotten what it's like to be around other people. I'm jumpy. No offense, but y'all were malevolent plague vectors just six weeks ago.
Axel gets home from the States on Tuesday. He has to test negative before crossing the border and then again one a week later. So he only has to stay in quarantine for a week this time.
Normal approacheth. I'm finding it all very disorienting.