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Well, it wasn't quite Denver's 80F to snow, but we went from 85F yesterday to 50 F today (29 -10C). That was the derecho that was: evidently it was milder downtown than elsewhere but it still managed to knock down a concrete pole a few blocks from my place.
SND had a dinner party in her backyard on Friday evening and SSND had one in their backyard last night (with films on a sheet hung on the fence.) This is the pastime of the 30-somethings. Other ages must do it too, but for me dinner parties belong to my 30s. Not that I ever gave any: the best I could manage was the occasional dinner for one or two guests, because dinners for more require the presence of a second body. But when I lived in shared houses (some four years and change) I did cook regularly on a rota, so I don't know where I got the idea from that I don't know how to cook.
In my late 30s I lived alone and then I lived in Japan and when I got back all my old acquaintance had left the city. So there was nobody to cook for and equally no one giving dinner parties at their place. Except next door, back before s-i-l's career took off: late 90s when she was still in law school they'd eat outside and I'd join them sometimes for drinks and noshes. But that too was more than twenty years ago. So yeah, outdoor dinners on warm nights are essence of nostalgia around here-- replaced by dinners in restaurants back in the Before Times.
I begin to suspect that all the people who walk into the road in order to pass me are not in fact social distancing but are convinced the sidewalk is too narrow to get past my walker. It doesn't in fact take up more than half the sidewalk but it also doesn't let two people pass me walking side by side. Still doesn't explain the singletons. I'm not complaining: the new omicron variant is apparently even more contagious than the old as in 'someone coughing as you pass them' contagious.
SND had a dinner party in her backyard on Friday evening and SSND had one in their backyard last night (with films on a sheet hung on the fence.) This is the pastime of the 30-somethings. Other ages must do it too, but for me dinner parties belong to my 30s. Not that I ever gave any: the best I could manage was the occasional dinner for one or two guests, because dinners for more require the presence of a second body. But when I lived in shared houses (some four years and change) I did cook regularly on a rota, so I don't know where I got the idea from that I don't know how to cook.
In my late 30s I lived alone and then I lived in Japan and when I got back all my old acquaintance had left the city. So there was nobody to cook for and equally no one giving dinner parties at their place. Except next door, back before s-i-l's career took off: late 90s when she was still in law school they'd eat outside and I'd join them sometimes for drinks and noshes. But that too was more than twenty years ago. So yeah, outdoor dinners on warm nights are essence of nostalgia around here-- replaced by dinners in restaurants back in the Before Times.
I begin to suspect that all the people who walk into the road in order to pass me are not in fact social distancing but are convinced the sidewalk is too narrow to get past my walker. It doesn't in fact take up more than half the sidewalk but it also doesn't let two people pass me walking side by side. Still doesn't explain the singletons. I'm not complaining: the new omicron variant is apparently even more contagious than the old as in 'someone coughing as you pass them' contagious.