Lockeddown

From Friday to a week and the next Monday, Dec 17, 2012, our community has had meals delivered to the residents in their rooms. That is ten days' lock down. A stomach bacteria is making people sick. It happened last January too.  I understand two other group homes are badly infected at this time. I had vomirehha Friday, but got over it in 24 hours. I used the home-time to send Christmas emails to most folks, and had only nine or ten letters to mail to people who have no email. Fortunately, I have streaming Netflix, and a couple DVDs as well as books from the library.  I am reading Caleb's Crossing, a well-researched account of life in 1660 Massachusetts Colony.
 I can still get out for my Senior Center exercise class and do some chores. It is possible on the non-driving day to walk to the library, only a couple blocks away. I am anxious awaiting the Teachers' annual annuity with which to buy three new tires for my car. The Dunlop tires have always been slippery on wet roads.
I make much progress studying the Learning Channel's Great Courses set of DVDs about Zen Buddhism and meditation.
On Saturday Dec 15, the breakfast was delivered at 8.30 AM, a change from the usual 9.15.  It is hard to eat lunch at noon when the breakfast comes so late.  Dinner is delivered at 4.30 but I can spoon it into one of my microwave dishes and save it until 5.30 or 6, a more palatable alternative.
I received the usual invitation, heaped with ridicule, to the family Christmas dinner. The specialty of the day is inevitable ridicule, and it had always been thus, even from the Milford days.  It is the chief sport of the family.