Sunday, May 30, 2021

Journal Entry for Sunday, May 30, 2021

Thanks to the  many readers who wrote to us lamenting the end of the weekly pandemic postings. So, we begin an irregular schedule of Journal entries. These will be highlighted of our journey through life, providing an outlet to post meanderings and muttering we are willing to share. As we travel around the country and world, we will also log those journeys.

Birthdays to report since our last writing: our friend Garth Highland turned 42 on May 23rd. On Saturday, May 29th, Kate Duggan celebrated her 45th and, likewise on the 29th, Ted James celebrated his 78th. Wishes for continued long life to each. Speaking of  Garth, he and Zoë are expecting a third little Highlander in August. Unfortunately, Zoë has encountered some difficulty in the pregnancy and so now is spending at least the next three weeks, maybe longer, depending on fetal development, in the maternity ward of UNMC, confined to bed rest and boredom. That of course makes Garth the Dad-In-Charge and for a very taxing fatherhood stint. All friends and relatives are pitching in to assist, babysitting with Iris and Esmè, taking the girls on walks and to the park, and spelling Garth for either work requirements or visitations. Our own specialty has been sitting in the family room basement with them while watching Disney episodes. We are really good at that!

Breaking news: our eldest son Ed proposed to his paramour, Meg, on Mother’s Day and she accepted the proposal! No wedding ceremony dates yet but it will most likely be on the West coast, and sometime in the spring or early summer of 2022. We are very excited to be welcoming Meg into our family.


That bit of news added to our enjoyment of a lovely Mother’s Day this year, with a brunch at Abigail’s home, and we have spent quite a few hours at her house over the last few weeks working on the vegetable garden and creating a shade garden area along her south rear yard fence line. This will be a long term project as we hope to eventually create beds all around the perimeter of the yard. Her deck continues to be a draw, and next month Mark hopes to complete the railings around the deck.

Speaking of gardening, we have been toiling away on our ongoing creation of an English Cottage Garden in our own rear yard lot. We have planted it over the past four years with all sorts of shrubs, perennial flowers and filled in with pots of annuals. We are slowly creating a happy place to contemplate, view the beauty of nature, and keep us out of the bars and casinos.


But, as our friend Jeff Kirkpatrick remarked this past week, he had never heard of a Japanese Maple in an English Cottage Garden, nor did he see any hollyhocks in evidence. Now we are on the hunt for hollyhocks seeds, but we won’t be removing the beautiful dwarf red Japanese maple anytime soon.

We have now been able to dine in at a restaurant four times in the past month. We went as a couple to one of our favorite neighborhood bars, Paddy McGown’s for their fabulous Rueben Corned Beef Eggrolls, and a club sandwich. We did it again with Abigail one night last week, her first dining experience in a restaurant since March of 2020. 

We joined our friends Marsha and Ted for a patio lunch at Jimmy D’s here in our Aksarben neighborhood. Deb ventured out to a girls lunch at another Benson area restaurant. Just getting out seemed like such an adventure. Then Deb joined her friend Char at a movie - an Angelina Jolie vehicle about firefighters. The movie was so-so, and Angelina is way too beautiful to be believable as a back-country firefighter that nobody hits on. Deb returned home to tell Mark all about it - he felt bad until the next night when we found it was available on Netflix, so watched it; the story line didn’t get any better, but Jolie still looked good.

Deb hosted a Zoom book club meeting this month, and they are scheduled to meet, in person, for the first time in over a year, next month. All is beginning to return to normal, at least for those of us who are vaccinated. The subject of vaccinations and relaxing of the mask mandates elicits comments and is another subject altogether. We have only knowingly allowed vaccinated individuals in our home or visited those who have likewise been inoculated. We struggle with the latest CDC directive stating masks need only be worn by the unvaccinated, wearing same is on the honor system. In Omaha, the current vaccination rate is just over 50%, however, we continue to wear our masks whenever we are in a store or in close quarters with a group. We are disbelieving when we arrive at the local hardware store and find that we are only one of perhaps four customers with masks. Everyone else is mask free, yet the population is only 50% vaccinated? All the unvaccinated people, honoring the rules, are staying away from stores and other venues? This is a soapbox we shouldn’t climb onto as we are probably preaching to the choir.

Two weeks ago, we drove to Lincoln for an evening dinner on their rear deck with our friends Glenda and Jeff. Glenda prepared a lovely meal of chicken breasts with some Greek seasoning, a fine salad and oven-roasted potatoes. The weather was excellent, the food tasty and the conversation enjoyable; we were home early and we carried off a number of shade loving plants to place in Abigail’s gardens. Glenda and Jeff are having a contractor rebuild the retaining walls in their rear yard, pulling out the decades old deteriorating tie wall and replacing with more modern landscaping blocks. Since the work will end up destroying some plantings, we walked off with a bunch as a saving maneuver.


Until yesterday, the weather has been most accommodating, seasonably warm with plenty of moisture; very welcome as most of the State is in drought conditions. However Friday broke cloudy with a morning temperature of 44ºF and a high forecast of 60ºF. We are hoping for a sunnier Memorial Day weekend coming up. Enjoy your beginning of Summer his weekend, stay away from unvaccinated ones, and mask up in crowds.

 

Friday, May 7, 2021

Final Omaha Pandemic Post, Friday, May 6, 2021

As suggested by today’s title, we are ending the weekly posting of our activities during the COVID 19 pandemic. We have enjoyed writing of our adventures, trials and tribulations during the past thirteen months.

We have watched our country struggle with the virus, lose ground gain ground, issue mistaken directives, issue corrections, and finally find a path leading to eventual suppression of the disease. 

We have celebrated birthdays, anniversaries, food, short trips, daydreams, projects, projects and more projects. We have chided our leaders at times, lost our temper at failed leadership, and encouraged our friends, family and neighbors to stay safe, get vaccinated and be kind. We do have one Birthday to note: Saturday, May 1, our youngest grandson, Spenser Busk Covert, celebrated his 19th birthday.  Congratulations to Spenser and we look forward to hearing of all his adventures in the future. 

We also made the difficult decision this past week to take our dear cat Sushi for one last trip to the veterinarian. He left us on Saturday, May 1.
Sushi came to us, as have most our pets, through happenstance. Sushi had been living with Darcy for a year or so, acquired from a friend, around 2006. When Darcy moved to a different apartment, Sushi came to live with us. He, eventually joined by Harry, made up our tight little family of four. Sushi was a great cat for us; occasionally harassing Harry and often joining us on our back deck at our former house most evenings for our cocktail hour, patrolling the rear yard and coming in when we were ready. That tradition continued at our current home until three years ago. One evening, he disappeared from the rear yard. He evidently found a chink in our fencing, went exploring and then could not find his way home. We spent weeks searching for him and had given him up as lost forever. One Sunday morning, a walking neighbor came running up as we were sitting on the front porch reading the morning paper. She said she thinks she found Sushi. We hustled the five blocks over and saw him, filthy, sitting in the middle of an alley sunning himself. He had taken shelter under an old garage shed and was very skittish when we picked him up. We took him to the vet, had him checked out and cleaned up. He never again had any interest in going outside, nor did we have any interest in inviting him out. Rest In Peace Sushi. You are missed. 

Now, as our life returns to a new normal, as we get out in our gardens, move about the city, and begin short travels, we think we have said all we need to say about our life during this time of national suffering; we have posted enough photos of food and flowers.


We will continue to write of our travels, and will post when appropriate on happenings and issues we find fascinating or informative. Our posts will remain out in the “blogosphere” along with our other Covert Journeys writing. If we head on another trip, we will again post a daily update of our travels and send out an email to hose on our mailing list, alerting to an update. 

Thank you all for reading our ramblings, sending your comments, and holding your tongue when you thought we were nuts! We have enjoyed the outlet and hope to see all of you over the next few months as we travel around. Please stay safe, continue to stay distanced and keep washing your hands and wearing your masks. If you are not yet vaccinated - get it done. If you are not vaccinated, we will not be able to see you, nor will we be able to welcome you into our home when you visit. This may be harsh, but it is science and it is reality. If you haven’t yet noticed, we have little time for stupidity and irrationality. For those of you who are Mothers, enjoy the day on Sunday. For those who are not, call your mother (if that is still a lucky option) or take a moment to remember all of her sacrifices for you. Be well. 

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