Pandemic, Tendon, Renovation – Part 36

15 October 2020

Whew! Some days I can clean one wall, today I did five! I am also exhausted. The day started out blah. I slept until 7 am and then after my walk, ablutions, etc. it was 10 in the morning and I used that as an excuse not to do my yoga stretches nor swim laps in the pool.

Instead, I found the milk for my cereal was going sour so I put on my mask and gloves and headed to the local Publix. Almost $100 later, I came back and unloaded everything. Mea culpa, at least $48 of that was wine.

After a nap, I found my energy spurt and finished the fourth wall in the living room. In addition to the two huge framed Clyde Butcher posters, I also removed the couch covering and washed it.

I had to put a cover on it because it became one of Rocky’s four beds in the house: couch, big chair, his real bed, and the rug by my bed. When he was on the couch, he would dream and start scratching the fabric. After he passed, I put a temporary cover on it.

I recovered the couch and then after the recover, Rocky tore the cushion. That’s when I bought the new cover you see below.
Those Clyde Butcher posters are really a chore to get off the wall, cleaned and put back up. At least the couch cover looks good after the washing.

I then started the vestibule which not only had four framed pictures and one massive oil, but I had to move the pie safe, bicycle and the travel trunk. I also removed the curtains and washed them. Next I’ll have to iron and re-hang.


West wall at the entrance to the house.

Of course, when I removed the curtains, I broke one of the last supports to the rod and I had to order a new curtain rod and supports. That’s quite a stretch across those windows – 10 feet – so it had to be an extra long rod. It should be here by the 18th. Then I get to re-hang the curtains.

East wall at the entrance to the house. I also polished the wood on the trunk and the pie safe.
I did this wall in the living room yesterday. You should have seen me climbing on the dresser that holds the TV and balancing on the chair.

All of this reminds me of Mother’s spring cleaning. Archie and I became very attuned to her cleaning moods and learned to disappear whenever she got that look in her eye. However, before we smarted up, we were always included.

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When Mother cleaned, she really cleaned. Every piece of furniture was moved to the center of the room, walls were washed, baseboards cleaned, lamps dusted, etc. Then came the dreaded phase of her wanting to see what it would look like with this or that piece of furniture was over there instead of where it previously was. We became furniture movers as well as cleaners. Strangely, every piece always ended up in the original place.

As it is, my spring cleaning may last until spring of next year.

She also had this thing about making sure Archie and I were regular. That meant the castor oil came out. I’m sure I exaggerate – a little – when I say she got the biggest spoon in the kitchen to dose us with. Castor oil is really, really nasty.

After we became big enough, we’d run away. Finally, she gave up and got smart. We came down to breakfast one morning to be surprised with orange juice. We never had orange juice. After the first taste, it suspiciously tasted of Castor oil. It turned me off orange juice for years.

Another thing Mother was a little anal about (pun intended) was the possibility her two boys would get worms. To be honest, we did run around barefoot a lot in the summer. Anyway, once a year out came the cardboard round with lid and two bottles each of citrate of magnesia. I don’t think they’ve ever discovered a more effective laxative. The idea was to poop in the cardboard round, place the lid on it and send it off to the doctor’s office for a fecal smear. By checking the smear, they could detect if you had eggs or larvae of parasites.

The problem was not getting enough fecal matter into the cardboard round. The trouble was stopping and overfilling. It became an art form. I still hate the taste of citrate of magnesia.

I think I became super-sensitized to Mother and her belief in the benefit of laxatives. I swear when she took a laxative, I went to the bathroom. One year at Ole Miss, I had a very loose movement. I called home and asked her if she had taken a laxative the night before. She said yes. I rest my case.

I was shocked, shocked to discover Florida has been manipulating the Covid-19 data. It seems Florida has severely been under reporting the number of positive cases and deaths.

The headline in today’s Sun-Sentinel.

The governor wanted to re-open the state and the data were not looking good. Voila! The data now look good. Broward, Palm Beach and Miami-Dade county previously all reported under 5% of the population as reported positive cases. It seems that the accurate figure is more than 10%. The significance is, 5% is the bare maximum the state (and I assume CDC) allow for re-opening businesses. I can’t believe my state government lied to me.

My song recommendation today is the Eagles’ “Lyin’ Eyes.” It’s appropriate for today’s headline.

Stay tuned and stay safe!

Author: searcyf@mac.com

After 34 years in the classroom and lab teaching biology, I'm ready to get back to traveling and camping and hiking. It's been too long of a break. I miss the outdoors and you can follow my wanderings on this blog.

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