Day 25

Dear Intrepid Journal,

I have to admit something to you. I've been more or less stuck at the house for a long string of days now. If this keeps up for too many months, I could see myself getting tired of it.

It was beautiful weather today, and warm. It made me wonder, if I could go anywhere, where would I go? What would I do?

In the past I never liked those 'one long table' kind of restaurants, where the point of the exercise is having to talk to strangers. But at some point in the future when the worry is past, those restaurants might become my jam. Right now, I'd love to be in some big loud dining hall where everyone is a little tipsy, talking too loud, and you can hear every word of every conversation. For three minutes it would be the best thing in the world. Oktoberfest. That's what I'm thinking of. Two days after there's an effective vaccine, I want to be eating pretzels and drinking skunky beer in a room with 5000 people, while the old accordion club members play duets. Then I want to leave there and go somewhere quiet again.

That's another thing that appeals: To be alone, or with the HM, but not here. Oh. OH. I wonder if anyone wants to do some kind of round-robin Air B&B, where we all sanitize our houses, and for a week we get a vacation at somebody else's place. And we'll all dull each other's good kitchen knives by cutting straight on the counter never mind let's not do that at all.

I want to go paddle on a big lake with a gang of delightful people.

I want to hear ten people laughing at the same time. Five would absolutely be enough.

I want to stand in line at Powell's. I know they laid off their staff and I'm supposed to be mad about that, but I hope Powell's is still a thing after all this, and I get to go stand in line there again.

I want to go to a stargazing party up at Stub Stewart on a warm night, where everybody lays on their blankets and watches for shooting stars.

I want to go up to Mount Tabor and crane my neck over the crowd, trying to get a better view of the soapbox racers.

I want to go to a winery and stand in a field and listen to somebody play music. Anybody would do.

Then I want to come home and sit on the heater vent, leaning against the couch like I'm doing now, except with the benefit of having gone out and come back home.