Finally over the blue funk, caused by all the ugliness floating around in the atmosphere, not wanting to be dragged down again, I went out of my way to NOT watch the debates.
From the comments and reaction of friends on Facebook and Instagram, looks like I made the right decision.
Reactions like this from granddaughter’s hubby.
Comments like … “That was a sh!t show” from my friend Q.
So that’s behind us.
Inasmuch as the heat wave is over, I took Trainer up on training outside, sheltered by a canopy.
Many of his other clients were doing so all along, but I’m way older than the other clients and don’t do well in heat — I get dizzy and feel faint. It’s still a little warm, but manageable.
Not manageable enough to get the overdue OC Fair Virtual 5K off my bucket list. Plus, the virtual Batman 5K is closing in.
It’s not just the heat stalling me, it’s also that the streets do not look safe.
When I’m out and about, I’ve scouted the areas I normally do my walks. The college campus is too isolated, and I’m seeing displaced disadvantaged people EVERYWHERE. Even in the posh neighborhood behind us and around the golf course.
People are desperate AND, when people are desperate, people become dangerous.
There is a bank on the corner, in the same shopping center that houses the market.
One of our residents, who should have known better, walked out of the bank, cash in hand, counting it. A young man ran up to her, grab the cash from her hands and took off running.
Why did she not count it inside the bank?
Why did she then not put it away before walking out into the open for all to see, possibly stashed in her boobs — what my mom would refer to as her upstairs bank.
It’s awful out there right now. We need to be cautious and aware.
At any rate, our resident wasn’t physically harmed and learned a hard lesson.
As far as completing the 5Ks, I may have no choice but to risk being around people, for far longer than I care to be, and do some mall walking.
Speaking of being around people, after today’s training session, I drove out to the medical center and got my flu shot.
I was expecting the flu shot station to be outside, possibly car service.
It wasn’t, but was well handled inside.
In order to enter the medical center, I had to answer the usual questions about symptoms, which I had none, then had my temperature scanned.
Having passed the scan, I was directed to the flu station, where there was no line, no waiting.
Before the technician jabbed the needle in my arm, I cautioned her, “There had better not be any of No. 45’s experimental covid crap in this”.
She began laughing so hard, she had to stop, take a second to compose herself.
So that’s done as well.
Driving back to the complex, I suddenly realized this month marked my 10th year of retirement. The actual date was two weeks ago and completely skipped my mind.
Oh well, I’ll celebrate with a glass of champagne sometime soon, and dedicate a few drops to my dead homies, who retired when I did but passed away shortly thereafter.
The door is ready for the First of Halloween.
As are my toes.
Haven’t yet gotten to the fingernails.
Inside is not so ready. Didn’t feel like rummaging through all the containers in patio storage to find my Halloween treasures, so only put out for display the one treasure I easily located.