Five Years

Today is an important anniversary for me. It was five years ago today that my company’s Covid-19 pandemic response went into effect. March 13, 2020 was the last day we worked in the office. We were told to clear out anything we needed for our work day (I had a desktop machine at that point so I packed it up and took it home) and to clean off our work areas as much as possible. The operations staff was going to disinfect the hell out of all of our buildings during our two weeks of working at home.

Two weeks. That was the plan. Sure, it was a tentative plan as no one had any idea what they were doing. We thought we’d lock down for a few weeks in order to give medical staff a chance to get out in front of things and then we’d be okay. Two weeks turned into years (plural). Things are more or less back to normal now, though we’re still working from home more often than working in the office. I’m on a laptop now instead of my desktop, and the building I cleared out of on 3/13/20 has been sold. I’m sitting at my desk in a different building, but still with the same company. The higher ups have made it pretty clear that they’d like us to be in the office more often, but the rank and file are pretty adamant about working from home more often. It’s a confusing situation and we’re all doing our best to accommodate everyone else.

I still wear a mask sometimes. Not often. Mostly when I am feeling a little under the weather and need to leave the house. I’ll put on a mask to keep everyone else safe. That’s what the maga cult never understood. It was never about keeping yourself safe, it was about keeping others safe. The maga cult is too selfish to do that particular piece of math. They don’t care about other people at all, only themselves. Whatever. Fuck them.

Just for fun, I went back and read everything I posted on that day. It included a photo of an empty parking lot at work. That was cute. I also wrote this:

So Harry has high school classes at home, Bellana has college classes at home, Jen has work from home, and ol’ Robbie has work from home.  All for at least the next two weeks.

It’s going to be tough having all of us trying to work at the same time.  We’re going to get in each other’s way and we’re going to get on each other’s nerves, and if everything works out the way we want we will look back on this and see it as a successful waste of time.  A little sacrifice today will lead to an easier time for our health care professionals in the coming weeks.  That’s the goal at least.

We’re all in this shit show together, and we are up to the challenge.

Who would have thought that “a little sacrifice” was more than half of america was willing to give. Okay, instead of reminiscing here I find myself absolutely pissed off. I should have seen that coming, just like I should have seen everything coming.

Happy fifth covid-aversary everyone.

So Close, Yet So Far

Today has been an okay work day for a last day before a vacation kind of day. I still have one hour and 42 minutes to go before said vacation, but I will get there.

I’m starting to sort of chomp at the bit though.

Today has been busy without being stressful. I have had a lot of things to do but none of them have been high pressure or high profile or anything like that. Just a bunch of administrative type things. The customers have been quiet so I have been able to focus on things that need to get done. I am thankful for that.

The Great Pink Floyd Reverse Order Playlist is now back to Animals from 1977. Great record with some absolutely outstanding guitar playing from David Gilmour.

Endless River – Complete
Division Bell – Complete
A Momentary Lapse of Reason – Complete
The Final Cut – Complete
The Wall – Complete
Animals – Currently playing track two, “Dogs”
Wish You Were Here – Up next
Dark Side of the Moon – On double deck but I probably won’t get to it today.

What else should I mention for the benefit of some future version of me looking back at Friday the 13th of September 2024 out of some sense of boredom or a this-day-in-history kinda thing?

The weather at the ocean for the next week looks excellent, according to the long range forecast I just checked. I think a sunrise photo session is a given. I hope to finish off a couple of rolls of film while I’m at it. I still have three rolls from Disney back in May that I have to get developed. I’d really like to spend a day in Boston if I can, but who knows if that will work out.

I am also going to my Dad’s place tomorrow morning to fill up a few boxes with books to donate to the public library in Tewksbury. They are having a donation drive tomorrow and they can have whatever they want from Dad’s book stash. If there is anything they won’t take (why?) I will bring them to Goodwill or something.

Those things, plus some music, plus spending a ton of time hanging out with the love of my life, plus helping the kids out with something next weekend… I think I have my staycation pretty much planned. 86 minutes to go until it starts.

One Year Ago Today

Every now and then I use this blog to play “this day in history” by looking back at past posts from today’s date. I did that a few minutes ago and the posts from last year were all about the upcoming surgery. At midnight on May 3rd, 2022 I switched to a liquid diet for a day and then had to fast the following day so my stomach would be empty during the actual procedure.

My last meal was a glorious piece of chicken and a huge pile of quinoa. I posted a picture. It looked so freakin’ delicious.

It was my last supper. Everything since has been tiny and simple. The plate I dished out for myself on this date last year would feed me for days now.

I’ve had a few weird moments food wise recently. Jen and I were in a store on Saturday and they had candy next to the check out. I very nearly, impulsively, grabbed a bag of Reece’s Pieces. I couldn’t believe I almost did it. One year ago I would have and I never would have thought twice. I expected that after a year of this new lifestyle I wouldn’t be relapsing anymore like that. I guess I was wrong. Weird.

The anniversary is two days away. I wonder what will happen next?

Six Years Ago Today: Diabetes-aversary

Six years ago today was a Friday. Friday November 13, 2015. It was the worst day of my life. No question. There have been other bad days, but none of them can hold a candle to 11/13/15. That was the day we almost lost Harry. I was working from home while he was home sick. All morning he just kept getting worse. I called Jen and she came home and probably saved his life by taking him to Holy Family Hospital. One of the nurses took one look at him and said he had Diabetes. Oh good, we thought, you can treat that. He’s going to be fine. The nurse saw the look of relief and let us know that it wasn’t going to be that simple. He wasn’t just really sick. He was really sick.

They moved him to Boston Medical Center where an ER doctor was straight with us. There was a chance he wasn’t going to make it. There was also a chance that his system was so fucked up it might cause other damage on top of just not being able to produce insulin anymore. We were scared shitless. You may think you know what being scared feels like, but this was so much worse than that. The head of Endocrinology told us that he had never seen a kid that far gone come back, but Harry, being the 12 year old bad ass that he was, pulled through. He was right as rain after a couple of days. You might think you’ve felt relief before, but it’s nothing compared to what we felt that day. Believe me.

The story has a happy ending though. One that has continued unabated for six years now. Harry was not only up to the challenge of managing his diabetes, he thrived on it. I have lost count of the number of doctors I’ve heard say they were impressed with how well he handles it. Sure there are days when his blood sugar spikes and it scares the crap out of everyone, and there are days when his blood sugar takes a nose dive off a cliff and scares the crap out of everyone. There are even days when they both happen. Still, Harry has been amazing. He continues to be amazing. He is amazing.

I just wish he didn’t have to be. I wish he didn’t have to manage things. I wish his pancreas was still holding up it’s end of the bargain and he didn’t have to track his blood sugar and manually inject insulin. That would be great and all, but fortunately Harry was and still remains more than up to the challenge. Again, he’s amazing and I love him and I am so thankful for the way things turned out, and I am thankful that he still lets me be a part of his life.

My holiday wish, year round wish really, for everyone is that they never have an 11/13/15 of their own. Hug your kids.

Another Covid-Versary Post

I guess today is technically the anniversary of the first day of lock down for me as it’s the first day I didn’t go to work. I think I focus on yesterday’s date for two reasons. First, 3/14/20 was a Saturday so I wasn’t going to work anyway. Second, 3/13/20 was a Friday the 13th and that just seems more fitting.

So what did I do last year? I posted about a couple of things. I mentioned what a crappy guitar player and songwriter I am. I was working on the March album in a month and apparently had a bad couple of days. I had two posts about setting up my desk. I took my work PC home with me the day before and spent some time with Jen rigging things so that I could add it to the setup on my desk without unplugging anything else. At the time I had this MacBook that I’m on right now, the Windows laptop I had been using for telecommuting, and the work desktop. Now I have the MacBook and a new work laptop running into one monitor and the old windows pre-covid work from home laptop is on the desk but not hooked into anything. One year ago I was setup to have the same mouse and keyboard for all three machines, but now I have a big clickity clackity mechanical keyboard and a nice gaming mouse for the work machine and wireless Apple keyboard and MagicPads for the Macbook. When I change machines I just change the input on the monitor and use the different keyboard and mouse. It’s not the neatest setup but it’s working great for me.

The only really important post from this day last year had to do with some errands. I got the Mazda inspected. Doing the math, that means I have to get it inspected again this month. I remember it feeling really weird being inside the garage’s waiting room. I sat as far away from the rest of the customers as I could. It also mentions that I went to a supermarket. I remember that pretty clearly. We usually go to a Market Basket in Salem which is probably a mile or so away from home. Both of the kids used to work there. They had not yet implemented any social distance measures and stuff was flying off the shelves as people started getting scared. We decided to try alternate super market choices and I went to a Shaws in Windham which is about a 15 minute drive away. I went there because the crowds were tiny and they hadn’t started running out of stuff yet. Over the first couple of weeks of lock down we went to that store and the Salem Market Bucket a couple of times each and it was stressful every time. Then Jen started using Instacart which let us shell out some extra money to avoid the stress. The folks doing the shopping for Instacart (and similar services) are among the true heroes of the pandemic. Thank you. All of you.

And that is a summary of what I was up to on the first full day of my coronavirus lock down.

One Year Ago Today, Again

I just looked back through the blog posts from one year ago today. There were five of them and all were Covid related.

  • One was about how Disney World closed.
  • One was about the NHL shutting down.
  • One was about me looking up numbers on a CDC map.
  • One was about my company announcing the move to full time telecommuting.
  • The last one was the only mildly concerning one. It was about going to CVS to stock up on some diabetes supplies and not being able to find any alcohol wipes. Harry wasn’t actually low on his supply, but we were just thinking about the future and wanted to top off the stock.

Yup… as anniversaries go, this one blows chunks. It blows chunky gravy all over its clothes and furniture and pets and friends and family and neighbors. Like, it blows chunks literally everywhere.

One Year Ago Today

If I did my math correctly, and if my memory is correct, today is the one year anniversary of my wife’s company sending everyone home. I remember it being a Wednesday, and my company made the same call on Friday the 13th, so that would be today. For some reason though my brain keeps telling me it was the 9th.

It doesn’t matter, the point is that this week is the anniversary of the last week that things were open. I took a look back at what I posted to the blog on 3/11/20. Here are some highlights.

I wrote a long paragraph on why we needed to lock down. Statistics based on China told us that were were going to have more cases requiring hospital care than we had hospital beds. Shutting down would cut down on the number of cases, therefore freeing up hospital beds. It wasn’t about infringing on rights or over reacting, it was about resource management. Knowing what we know now, half of America decided to ignore that little factoid by about May. Selfish assholes. I mentioned social distance a couple of times, and always put it in quotes. I wonder when I stopped doing that. I did add this parenthetical aside following one mention though:

I fucking LOVE that term and I’ve been practicing it since I was about four years old

There was another post where I wrote about the University of Vermont telling students not to come back after spring break. They cancelled the first two days and then went full remote on the third day. Bellana was prepared for it and had everything she needed at home already. She was itching to go back though. She did. Eventually. About 10 or 11 months later.

The last post of the day was me speculating on selling my Fender Stratocaster. I had planned to bring it to Guitar Center to try trading it for an amp. I was going to go that night but decided against it, given the state of the world. I pushed it off until the weekend but the weekend never came. I wrote this line, showing the spirit of things in the early days:

This is the very definition of non-essential.  It can wait.

I am so tired of all of this. I want my world back. I want everyone safe even more though, so we stick to the lock down and wait. It’s just getting harder and harder to wait.

One Year Ago Today

I keep doing this but here’s something I posted one year ago today:

179/365

Just in case you forgot that society fell apart in March 2020 and here we are in February 2021 and it still hasn’t come back online yet.

We are only 15 days away from the one year anniversary of my last day in the office. It’s been a brutally long two weeks.

Screw you, Covid-19.