e are in week 10? Eleven? Forty-four? of the pandemic-stay-at-home-don’t-cough-but-still-go-to-Hy-Vee orders. Time has become a flat circle and I believe that we’ve watched every Yankees game ever on MLB Network, since even though live sports are canceled they still only show the Yankees.
.We have taken the opportunity of the pandemic to do some home projects. Here’s the thing they don’t tell you about owning a home – it’s a house of cards. Replacing a shelf in your pantry leads to repainting the garage six weeks later. It is shocking how one project shows a flaw in another part of the home and then it just becomes this constant rotation of projects. If there is a solution, it is surely sitting on the couch and letting that leaky faucet drip. Nobody got time fo dat.
.So I guess everything is just open now? Quite the magic trick to overlook 90,000 deaths and just declare the problem over. Restaurants were full when I drove by this weekend. There were folks waiting in the barber shop, and the parking lot at Costco was full. Meanwhile, I’m becoming a professional online orderer. I had groceries delivered, got a refill of my deodorant (you’re welcome) and picked up some paint for the aforementioned project in about three minutes from Home Depot. With ESPN light on games, perhaps I can compete in some sort of online ordering contest and win the gold.
.Speaking of ESPN, I just finished the outstanding documentary on the Chicago Bulls called The Last Dance. This Michael Jordan cat was pretty good at sports, it seems. It is a shame that Kansas City had fallen out of favor with the NBA by then after the Kings moved to Sacramento. It would’ve been really fun to watch the Showtime Bulls in Cowtown.
.Dear Ivan Foley, my mother would like to complain about last week’s editor’s note that accompanied my “Best of” column. In it, you mentioned that I was either on assignment or hung over. My mother took great umbrage to this comment. Please print a correction that I was BOTH on assignment and hung over. The Landmark regrets the error.
.What kind of a crummy year was it for a high school senior? We have one very close to our family and he was a baseball player to boot. No sports in the spring; no prom; no graduation; no friends. Here is hoping that this whole mess ends quickly so folks can throw a proper party. I wish I could say that life gets easier and less challenging now that you’re “adults” but it doesn’t – especially if you own a house and have a creaky front door.
.Now, if you’ll excuse me, Amazon, UPS, and Hy-Vee are at the front door.
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