Scooter Saga

I've always struggled with a balance between my vanity and practical function*.  I've maintained that, although there may be some interest in my personal appearance, I was not a princess.  The COVID–19 pandemic blew the lid off my plausible deniability. I came to realize that, when you have too much time on your hands, you become preoccupied with things that were never given a second thought.  Although I had routinely had my hair cut and colored, gotten regular manicures & pedicures, I didn't appreciate how important maintenance appointments were to me until all the salons closed down.  There was no denying it any longer.  My princess persona was out. As the manicure grew out My hair was in my eyes, my toenails were starting to catch in the bedsheets, and my fingernails were so long, they started to hurt whenever I used my hands.   I had friends with beautiful gray or white hair, so when m y gray roots started to grow out, I smugly thought "I

Disclaimer:   We had no idea what was coming down the road in early March. COVID–19 has affected so many parts of our lives, that I decided to treat it like our road trip–separate posts.  Coming attractions?  Rule following, Home maintenance, Coping, Grooming, Travel (yes, really )... I didn't appreciate how much Skeeter would help me in figuring things out in the early days.  Our first effort was the driveway happy hour at the end of February.  True, there were only three of us, but it was fun catc hing up with our next door ne i ghbor.  I rode down the driveway and perched on Skeeter.  Earl was able to carry both his chair and my wine. Next came a collection of March birthdays.  I customarily have a March baby birthday party, but that was not going to happen in the usual way.We were, however, able to have a small garage gathering while FaceTiming with a friend who had a February birthday.  Different, but doable.  We were starting to get the hang of this "new normal." My