I’m not talking major unanswered questions here, no whatever happened to Amelia Earhart, or what’s with the Bermuda Triangle, or has Elvis really left the building? No, I’m thinking small scale.
Life’s little mysteries, the everyday perplexities that have us standing, and staring, and thinking what?
Take lids, for example…
Each lid has a corresponding container. They are a matched set, they go into the kitchen cupboard together. How is it then, that I found myself with four lonely lids on my hands this morning—and no equally lonely containers?
Did the containers grow bored with their partners, become disenchanted with the old ball and lid? Are they off somewhere, smiling at the newer, younger lids popping up on their dating app?
And what about socks?
How do they go into the laundry as a pair and come out as single? Do they argue in the washer, get divorced in the dryer?
Life’s little mysteries 🙂
With Covid-19 rewriting how we live our lives, Earth isn’t looking so appealing these days. When a trip to the grocery store means wearing a mask and keeping an eye out for inconsiderate bozos threatening your two metre bubble, we’re all looking to escape. Escape the virus, each other, and the monotony of not being able to do—anything.
Travel is out of the question. Even if you wanted to risk all the possible free-floating germs on a flight, where would you go? Covid is everywhere—almost everywhere.
The International Space station is Coronavirus-free and Elon Musk has a plan to get you there.
SpaceX, Musk’s company, is sending up it’s second crewed Dragon flight at the end of the month. Four astronauts will stay on the Space station for six months. By the fall of 2021, when hopefully, anti-Covid vaccines will be making their way around the world, three lucky customers will be settling in at the International Space station.
For a mere $55 million, you too, can enjoy the vacation of a lifetime, and return home to this welcome from mission control…
“Welcome back to planet Earth and thanks for flying SpaceX.”
“Pancakes?” David said, sliding onto a stool at the kitchen counter.
“Observant.” Joel grabbed two mugs, set one by David’s plate, and slipped onto the other stool. His stool. It was undeniably his kitchen too, although technically, he was a guest. The condo was David’s.
Eyes on their tablets, they forked up the pancakes in silence. Neither one of them was much of a talker before the caffeine kicked in.
“You see this?” David asked, pushing his plate aside. “We’re starting Stage Two on Wednesday.”
“We can get a hair cut.” David smiled, waiting for the inevitable what-hair crack from Joel, but he got nothing, not even a smirk.
His mind obviously on something more serious than David’s ever-widening bald spot, Joel gathered up his plate and mug, and slotted them into the dishwasher. He snapped the door on the machine shut and leaned against the counter. “I can go home.”
No! This is your home. Here, with me. “You think that’s a good idea? A five-hour flight, recycled air, germs floating about in a confined space?”
“Air Canada is enforcing a mask policy.”
“Yeah, that will be comfortable.”
“No, but…” Joel shrugged, shoved his hands in his pockets, his eyes finding David’s across the space between them. “This was never supposed to be permanent.”
True. When the country had shut down in March it had been chaos, flights cancelled, stores and businesses closed, the government pleading with people to stay off the streets, to stay home. Joel, a sales manager from their Vancouver branch, had been stranded in Toronto, and David had offered him a place to stay. Sure, they knew each other. They’d hooked up a few times, but they weren’t a thing. Not then.
“It could be. Permanent, I mean,” David said, walking around the counter. He gathered a handful of Joel’s terry robe and pulled him close. “It could be very permanent.”
Masks are not only giving the Coronavirus a one-two punch, they’re saving the economy.
Who would have guessed that a scrap of cloth would pour $130 million into the Gap’s bottom line? That designers like Rag & Bone and Prabal Gurung would be knocking out these little beauties at $55 a pop? That you’d get stopped on the street and asked where you got your mask from?
Yes. Like the virus, masks are here to stay. From bizarre affectation to fashion statement in six months. A testament to the adaptability of human beings—and online shopping.
What began as a desperate defence against the newest plague has become a means of personal expression.
In my own fight against the Coronavirus, I may have bought a few too many masks. Masks in colours I’m never going to wear. Plum? What?
As fashion accessories go, masks are relatively inexpensive. Even more so if can make your own. If you’re better with a keyboard than a needle, you can enjoy guilt-free shopping. You’re not just adding to your wardrobe, you’re saving the planet.
Covid can’t kill style 🙂
We’ve all experienced them. Your boyfriend dumps you just before your high school grad dance and you end up going with a friend’s ex who looks way better in a tux anyway, or you take the wrong turn off the highway and land at a truckstop to find the best breakfast you’ve ever eaten.
No? Maybe that’s just me, but…
Mistakes happen and every once in awhile life’s little glitches lead to a greater good. Just ask anyone in Olten, Switzerland.
A mishap with the ventilation system at the local Lindt factory blew a fine chocolate dust over the neighbourhood. Residents woke up to find chocolate snow. Now, that’s a mistake I could live with 🙂
In Toronto, a glitch on the LCBO’s website got Mohammed Asaduallah 24 bottles of red wine for—FREE.
Don’t all rush to your laptops, the glitch has been fixed, but Mohammed’s still smiling.
Happy accidents 🙂