Our new washer and dryer were delivered and installed today. They are GE and were purchased from Costco, who delivered, installed and carried out. We have not had time to try them yet, and it’s a bit late to start a load of laundry tonight.
Suzanne from my church in Kanata called to make sure I was alright. That’s a kindness that some churches are doing. Stuart’s church called about 6 weeks ago, and there’s a nice woman from Christ on the Mountain who calls my Mom several times a month.
My neighbor, Kate, and I both have the same parish, and were discussing over church-going over the hedge tonight. (Actually, we are both rather short people – we were discussing it through the hedge.) I’d sent her a link to the recorded Sunday Mass from St Isidore which she’d listened to later in the week. We have heard that when the churches open there will be distancing rules, plus participation rules (definitely no hugging and handshakes, but maybe no singing, and maybe no spoken responses), and we’ve heard that people over 70 will be discouraged or disallowed from attending.
I think, if that is so, there will have to be something else for us elders, something quite different. We make up the majority of the churchgoers, so excluding us will be odd, and ignoring us will be impossible after a while. But the very nature of the churchgoing population will change.
I planted the rhubarb plants from Aggie and Kevin. I put them near the raised beds but not next to them, since we want to be able to reach into the beds from all sides. There are three good sized roots and two smaller ones. I spread them out a little. I’m very hopeful they will take.
Stuart was able to order a 500-gram bag of yeast today and it should be here Monday. Possibly the yeast shortage is abating. On the other hand, grocery stores don’t generally sell yeast in 500-gram (1 lb) packages, so it may be a packaging issue that will continue. Meanwhile, the yeast starter on the counter has bubble reminiscent of the top of a cooking pancake. When I cut the starter this morning, I took the discard and made a small thin flatbread with it by frying it in the pan I’d used to make Stuart’s omelet. It had a little tang to it, and was flexible, a bit like a tough crepe. Stuart toasted it and used it as a wrap for a hotdog for lunch.
Be well. Stay safe. Be curious.