2020 Life Logs, Day 200: Lovely Sunday
Date: Sunday, July 19, 2020
Weather: Sunny, Hot, Windy; High 80, Low 71 Degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, East Falmouth, MA
It was a lovely Sunday. My landlord and friend, Shirley, who lives next door, will be leaving tomorrow for an undetermined length of time. She and her 101 year-old sister Doris live together, half time here at Shirley’s home and half time closer to Boston in Doris’s home. Tomorrow is the day they head back to Doris’ home, so I decided to host a luncheon for them. The idea was to have a fully coronavirus approved luncheon on their deck, but it ended up to be too windy for them, so we ate indoors. I was a bit nervous for them as we weren’t wearing masks and we were indoors, but hopefully we are all coronavirus free. Karen Baranowski is the niece of Shirley and Doris, so she and Peter joined us for lobster rolls, salad, and corn on the cob. 
Karen provided a blueberry roll for dessert and everything was delicious. I haven’t visited much with Shirley and Doris since March due to being coronavirus careful, but I will miss knowing they are next door. Both are amazing women that I am proud to call friends.
After lunch, I headed to Heather and Jed’s to pick up Sam and take him down town to Board Stiff, the local skateboard headquarters. He is trying to put together the parts for a new skateboard and we both thought it would be helpful to see things in real time rather than on the internet. Unfortunately, they didn’t have the parts he needs to put this ‘perfect’ board together, but he got some good advice and we will be ready to order tomorrow after he does a little more research tonight. I dropped Sam off and hurried home to connect via Skype with Justin and family. They are doing okay so far despite the fact that the coronavirus is on the rise there. Justin recounted an event that happened in their town yesterday. Econo is the name of the local supermarket and they have a security person on duty at the door to make sure that anyone entering is wearing a mask. Evidently a tourist from mainland USA wanted to enter the store without a mask and was told that was not an option. He promptly spit in the face of the security person and had to be subdued by bystanders until the police arrived. Justin said that everyone that lives in Rincon just accepts that they must wear a mask and it was shocking to see such a display by a tourist. It makes me feel so blessed to live in Massachusetts where everyone just automatically wears a mask. But here on the Cape I have heard of similar incidents as Justin described with visiting tourists—not quite as violent, but just as defiant. I just cannot comprehend why people don’t accept that wearing a mask is good for them and good for everyone around them.
After my Skype call, I headed to a gathering of my Newcomers Wine Group. It is the first time I have been with the group in person since the beginning of the coronavirus pandemic and it was great to see everyone. We met in one member’s backyard with individual tables set very far apart. We all felt very safe and really enjoyed being together.
We hope to have a beach gathering in August. I didn’t get a photo of the group, but I did capture the saying on the napkins: “Alcohol—Because no great story ever started with someone eating a salad.”
