Going Out
Today, a friend I haven’t seen since February invited to me
socially-distance walk with her and her dog in Weston. I went. It was beautiful.
Weston is the country compared to Westport. I’d never been there, aside
from the post office. My friend lives on top of a hill and on our walk, I saw craggy
cliffs, a waterfall, a herd of deer, a black frog, a fox, and too many
chipmunks to count. The chipmunks riled up my friend’s beagle/basset hound, and
the dog kept making a pathetic whine like, “I wants! I wants!”
It was so lovely to see my friend. She is the first person
to invite me to do anything since mid-March. I wonder if people are afraid to
meet, or if they were sick of me anyway and social distancing was a welcome
break. I teased my friend and called her “my gateway drug back into society”. I
had so much to say to her, my throat hurt. I already long for another playdate.
I’m like the whiny beagle: Who can I see next?! Who can I see next?! I wants!
My husband got into poison ivy last week. He’s highly allergic
and is miserable. The calamine lotion we had in the linen closet expired in
2007. We had two tabs of Benadryl in the first aid kit. They probably expired
in 2005. For some reason, my husband has decided that it’s okay for me to walk
with my friend, and it’s okay for me to go to Whole Foods, but CVS and Walgreens
cross a line, and he is adamant that I should not go. He stands there, arguing
with me, while scratching his arms like a crazy person. I decided that he can
be adamant and I can do what I like.
On my way to pick up Indian take-out lunch today, I stopped
at CVS in Norwalk. There was a man outside, panhandling. He had a mask on, and he
asked me for a dollar. I lied and said I had no cash. To give him some would
have meant getting too close. I felt bad about it. He told me to have a nice
day. I wished him the same. I drove home, thinking I should have given him the
money.
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