28 September 2020
Eight-thirty am turned into 9:30 am which turned into 10:15 am before anyone showed up for cabinet work. Again, before any work began, there needed to be a bathroom break. My streak with workers continues. Maybe another symptom of Covid is weak bladders.
Once work got started, it began to move fairly quickly. The entire process is a discovery for the guy they sent over, but that’s to be expected since Home Depot did the original install. Apparently, in some places, instead of screws which are easily removed, they put nails.
Robert showed up around 12:15 pm and began to assess the progress and then decided they needed to break for lunch. I didn’t disagree. I’d rather them work on a full stomach than an empty one. The new guy working with Robert does speak English. I don’t have to go through an interpreter like Johnny’s son. As always, everyone with Baxter Restoration has been courteous and hard working.
They hope to get the old cabinets removed today and start installing the new cabinets tomorrow. Until then, I continue to live out of boxes.
The Washington Post has an interesting editorial today endorsing Biden for President. I highly recommend it. My ballot is waiting to be picked up in the afternoon mail. I’ll start checking in a couple of days if the Broward Supervisor of Elections received it by going to their website.
Florida had its lowest positivity rate (738 with 5 deaths) for Covid since June and the first time below 1000 in a very long time. Friday, the bars opened in the state and my friend Keith told me he saw photos of Fort Lauderdale Beach with bars with people spilling outside there were so many inside and very few wearing masks.
I’ve never been one to go out to bars. There was one period of time when I was in graduate school at the University of Mississippi Medical Center when I spent a good bit of time at Jack’s and Jill’s on Capitol Street – in between studying for exams. Mostly it was a one beer night and playing pool. Jack’s and Jill’s was a gay and lesbian bar that had been in the same location on Capitol street (as a gay and lesbian bar) since World War I. There was a hall that separated the two bars but it was never a strict segregation. I played pool in the lesbian bar as much as I did in the gay section. It also had one of the best dance music venues in Jackson and a lot of straight people came in to dance because the music was so good.
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Not everyone was like that but there were enough that it bothered me. One of the first inter-racial couples I met was a gay couple. So in a lot of ways, the gay community was more tolerant in some ways.
I’ve also never been one to stay up all night. I can think of two times that has occurred.
The first time was when I was initiated into the Vigil Honor Society of the Order of the Arrow in Boy Scouts. Vigil was right. They dumped you off in the woods by yourself and you had to start a fire and keep it going all night. No sleeping. Not only that but periodically they would come by your campsite and try to make you think some wild animal was after you. That didn’t bother me so much as the scarcity of firewood in the one spot they placed me. Although it misted that night, at least I didn’t have to face a downpour of rain. I know a few vigils that did have to compete with the rain.
The only other – and last time – was when Crag Knox came to visit at Itawamba Junior College (back then – now Itawamba Community College) and between us we killed a fifth of Jack Daniels that night. I had to get up before dawn to show some students an alignment of the planets and to do that I had to set up a telescope. Try doing that drunk. Somehow, I did get the telescope to line up and unless they smelled the booze on me, I was somehow able to bring it off.
Since that time, I’ve pretty much been early to bed, early to rise. Now it seems I am going to wake up somewhere between 2 and 3 am and take a while to get back to sleep.
Dad, in later life, had a habit getting up around 2 am every morning and making coffee and drinking a couple of cups. Later we found out he was also calling his girl friend in the early hours and talking with her until daylight. He then went back to bed.
The older I get, and with the effect of the pandemic, I keep less and less of a schedule. I eat when I get hungry regardless of the time and go to bed regardless of the time – sometimes early, sometimes late. I’ve even been tempted to make a cup of coffee at 3 am. In any case, I’m retired and unless I have a doctor’s appointment, it really doesn’t matter.
Speaking of biceps tendon, when I got up this morning I through the covers off me and I immediately felt a twinge in my arm. Certain moves with your arm will quickly remind you that is not a good idea.
Stay tuned and stay safe!
