My wife pointed out yesterday that my cheeks really look terrible. I asked her what she meant by that. She said they're all fuzzy. Oh, I get it. Because I haven't shaved in two months. Maybe I'm just a horrible person, because I haven't bothered shaving because I don't go to work; no one will see me, so why bother? She pointed out that she still has to deal with it, and I should want to look presentable for her. Okay, I suck, because that never occurred to me.
Mother's Day 2020. She's on a strict diet from her cardiologist, so no candy, cookies, or anything like that. We have a cat, so she ruled out flowers long ago. Wherever we put the vase, the cat will find it and knock it over. If it can't do that, it eats them (perhaps in frustration) and then throws up the remains. If I were smart, I'd have at least stopped and picked up a card the other night, but I didn't, because I am not smart.
So today I shaved. My cheeks are all nice and smooth. I made her feel them. I did this for her. She knows this. She laughed. It's the least I could, and also the only thing I could think of, so it's what I did.
Tonight for dinner, because we can't go out, we celebrate by letting her choose where we get take-out from. Then my daughter and I go pick up and stuff it into a thermal bag for the trip home. My daughter used to work for Domino's Pizza, and brought dinner home from there a few times, so we have a few of the bags still sitting around. Life during COVID.
At band rehearsal one time, one of the guitarists Dan was having trouble with some chord, I don't remember which. Our other guitarist Dusty was trying to help him. "Okay, it's just like a <some> chord, only on this fret, good, now raise your middle finger..." and Dan just looks at him and says "Yeah, I'll raise my middle finger all right." We all laugh. This is the church praise band, limited talent but pretty good sense of humor. Later, we ran into another chord that Dan didn't know, so Dusty says (something like) "Look, an F# minor 7 is just like a D major 7 except you..." and Dan says "Look, I think I'll just raise my middle finger to this one, too, okay?"
Speaking of guitarists, good news on the recovery front for David from my regular band. He's off the ventilator during the day, though he still needs some help at night. But because he doesn't have tube down his throat, they've had actual conversations with him. He's lucid, and while it's still unknown how much permanent effect the stroke will have, he was talking, joking, and using both hands. Last we knew, he had no movement on his left side, so this is big. His wife Nancy is being weaned from the ventilator and they're looking forward to scheduling her physical therapy. So both of them are on the road to recovery. I was sharing this with my sister yesterday on our weekly "Family Zoom" meeting, and she mentioned a couple she knows, friends of friends actually, and they both died, two days apart. Holy shit. Losing a friend or loved one, especially a parent, would be hard. Losing both parents? Fuck. Man, fuck COVID-19.