Listening to City of Dreams, Street Beat pure New Orleans Music to cool my soul.
92 outside, cool inside.
Last Monday, we had our first lunch out in Portsmouth, NH. We sat in the garden of Gas Light Grill. I had my first lobster roll of the year. The process of eating out with people, wait people was surreal for me.
The last time we ate out it was at least three months ago. Drinking a martini outside my home was also a treat. This was a very expensive treat but, well deserved.
This Monday, Massachusetts will allow restaurant reopen in a corona approved setups. Slowly, step the Great Commonwealth opens back its economy. Better safe than sorry, I say.
Most people in our state wear masks outside their homes. I have five bandanas and just order 3 masks to take to Europe if our September trip is allowed to happen. Time will tell. Today, the Eiffel Tower has reopened for visitors.
Our president has gone mad. He is one strange man. His followers are even scarier. He and his followers don't need to wear masks in public. They don't believe they can get the corona virus. Trump and his followers are dumb as bricks. But, their politic are something else. Their politics give me night mares.
Very, very scary stuff going on.
So, I carry on. Some days I am afraid to go outside beyond my house. Today, I drove my car downtown. Poor car has been out three times since March. We don't get out much any more. No long drives to feel the freedom of choice. Not now, but, soon.
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