“Remoted” – Day 404 (Saturday)

Mother Nature’s 30-degree mood swings continue, but today was on the positive side with temps in the 70s. It’s been nuts with the variance from day to day. The pre-pandemic, spring casual ankle pants were dug out for a big day out of the house. Surprisingly, they still fit.

The first stop was the medication and sharps collection at the Health Department to drop off three boxes of insulin syringes from Winston’s twice daily shots during the DEA Medication and Sharps drop off day. I was, and still am a bit skeeved out that a picture was taken of my car as I drove up to the drop off spot. What is that about? Am I going to be on some watch list now, for wanting to properly dispose of sharps and avoiding the medical waste fee at the vet office? At least space has been reclaimed in the bathroom closet.

From the Health Department, it was a quick stop at the St. Vincent de Paul Society Thrift Store, mostly just because it was right there, and it’s bright, neatly organized, clean, and a pleasure to browse in. Ended up buying a some soon to be loved treasures – a blue patterned cotton knit shirt and a front zip shirt/jacket in a multicolor pattern that looks like the Crayola 120 crayon set had a meltdown, and a tan 100% cashmere sweater. The total cost was $4.07 because I have mad thrift store skills.

Once home again, time was spent relaxing in the house, on the steps to the deck, and in a chair on the deck. The evening featured The Brush Gallery’s Virtual Concert for the Visual Arts and online auction with performances by three solo artists and a duo. The event was broadcast on the local tv station, via Zoom, and on Facebook live, and delivered directly to my living room. It made the usual night in a bit nicer. And unlike an in-person event, there was no feeling awkward in a crowd and no small talk required. It was great, except for Moose wanting to go outside every five minutes, which reminded me of being a kid and getting that sudden, weird urgent need to ask Mom a question whenever she got on the phone. As soon as the livestream was over, Moose went to his bed for a nap, so it really did feel like that kid/mom/phone thing.