A Goose Lake serenade

Hi everyone,

Sandy and I were greatly pleased and warmed by all the good wishes for our anniversary. We talked about it all day and kept returning to make sure we didn’t miss any. Thank you so much.

Our friend from Kansas City, Elaine Fry, was in town and joined us for fine dining on the patio. Our menu included burgers from the grill with chips and fresh pineapple wedges. We toasted with the most expensive champagne we’ve ever had (thanks again, Jeff and Jennifer) and ended with a glass of excellent wine topped off with dessert of ice cream with chocolate syrup, a sprinkle of sliced almonds, and a splash of Kahlua.

But wait, there was more. We were serenaded all evening by a gifted toad baritone that performed one love song after another less than ten feet from our lakeside table. Thinking Disney? Huh? I couldn’t have arranged for better entertainment. To make it all perfect, our soloist ended with the classic:

Toad-night, toad-night,
Won’t be just any night,
Toad-night there will be no morning star.
Toad-night, toad-night,
I’ll see my love toad-night!
And for us, stars will stop where they are.

It gave me chills. You should have been there.

Moving on

Hi everyone,

This is the final day of our quarantine. We’re out of a lot of things so tomorrow I look forward to donning our Su Hutchens masks and making a quick run after supplies. The stores deliver but the waiting time is several days so we may place an order but go after a few items to tide us over while we wait. Many thanks for all your good wishes during this period. They have helped tremendously. We ordered pizza last night and when I opened the front door for the delivery man I discovered a bottle of good wine with a lovely card on the porch left for us by a stock broker with whom Sandy works.

So today is that proverbial first day of the rest of our lives. I’ll try again to make some videos. The one I made two days ago had synchronization problems so I hope for better luck with the remaining three I want to make and share. I hope to make good progress on a serious revision I’m doing on a manuscript that sparked potential interest in a favorite editor of mine. By tomorrow or Monday I hope to get back to the last poems in a partnership that’s well under way, and yesterday I had an idea for a new nonfiction picture book that I’m dying to try. Got stuff to do. Yeah!

Day 12

Hi everyone,

On April 2 Sandy and I were exposed to someone who the following day began feeling bad, was tested for novel coronavirus, and on April 6 learned the test results were positive. The Greene County Health Department placed us under quarantine for two weeks from April 2 with instructions to take our temperatures and report them twice daily. We’d read that in most people the incubation period of Covid-19 is five days but can be up to 11.5 days and in some cases longer. Other than sitting in the back yard on pretty days and taking a walk around the lake once we’ve remained inside. Robin and Tim shopped for groceries for us so we’ve been well supplied with basics and we’ve kept in touch with Robin, Jeff, Jennifer, and friends frequently by phone, text, and e-mail.

If you can’t go out to play, being cooped up with your best friend isn’t that hard to do. Being together is what we promised each other when we started our life as a couple. Today is Day 12 since the exposure. Neither of us has developed any symptoms and our temperatures remain within the normal range. After the first few days our worry factor subsided considerably and although we continue to be concerned, we feel safer with each passing day. Our quarantine period ends at midnight on April 16, and it will be wonderful to be free to leave the house again for groceries or meds, but we’ll wear the nifty masks Su Hutchens made for us and continue to observe the stay-at-home order.