“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 768 (Saturday) – forsythia manners

The Easter holiday meant our usual Sunday dance class was held today. At one week out from a scheduled performance we can’t afford to take time off. The flowering trees and forsythia blooming all over the place, some in precisely manicured squared-off hedges and others in wild, overgrown bushes exploding with yellow flowers, made for a colorful ride.

Our dance costume was selected two years ago when we were preparing to perform at the same event (Townsend Earth Day). Then, like so many other events, it was cancelled due to the pandemic. It feels good to be dancing and rehearsing and preparing for a show. After the rehearsal, some of us went over to the event location to scope things out for next week. Knowing in advance where to park and meet is comforting.

The absence of leftovers in the fridge and limited interest (okay, zero interest) in transforming any of the many ingredients into meals continues. The online menu from the favorite delivery place was consulted. 

Gyro dinner.

Pizza would have meant leftovers for the week, but the winner in “what’s for supper?” roulette was a beef gyro dinner with a cannolo for dessert. The side salad was a good size and the fries were plentiful. So yummy. A Sam Adams seasonal Holiday White Ale left from the fall holiday season rounded out the supper. There are still four Sam Adams beers left from a holiday 12-pack. Beer consumption is running a little behind schedule here at The BungaLowell. 

There was every intention to bake a dessert today to take to Mom’s for Easter dinner, but so far, this hasn’t happened. It may end up being an early morning bake. Or a case of showing up empty handed. It is appalling to me that I used to love to bake and did it all the time and now I just don’t care. Maybe it’s because I do a lot more cooking now that I used to do and the kitchen is fun for only so long.

My lack of manners is also appalling. I’m blaming the pandemic for cultivating my antisocial, feral state and allowing it to flourish and be on bold display like the wildly growing spring forsythia. The seeds were there all along, but not interacting with people outside the house or attending events for so long really allowed the social graces to wither.