MY SUN DAY NEWS
November 5, 2020
Roses often get a bad rap. Although it really isnāt in my nature to convince people to like certain plants, please hear me out.Ā It is early November and as I drive around your community during the day and walk around my own during the evening, I see hundreds of beautiful blooms of roses still standing proud.Ā Ā Roses have been flowering since June and are continue to sprinkle our landscape with gorgeous fuchsia, yellow and peach flowers.
Due to this whole crazy Covid-19 situation, Nancy has resorted to virtual shopping. She is becoming quite adept at ordering things she see’s on Amazon, Groupon, and Facebook ads. Who would have thought that some items are not exactly as they appear on the internet? Such was the case with a Local Flavor coupon we purchased for a restaurant. We drove up to what we thought would be a fine dining restaurant, and to our surprise, it looked nothing like it did on the internet.
And this is where we find ourselvesā¦the theaters in 2020 seem to be cancelled. My hopes were raised that the rest of the studio slate was coming out. Then āBlack Widow was pushed to next May. But no matter, there is Bond … then no Bond until April.
My husband and I are in our 70s. Weāve made some wonderful memories with our grandkids this summer with social distancing visits outdoors. Now that the weather is turning cooler, weāre concerned that our visits wonāt be as frequent.
One of the special pleasures in life is checking off item by item on your bucket list. Iāve been lucky to live long enough and to travel extensively enough to wear my bucket-list pencil nub down quite a bit. Notre Dame Cathedral, The Louvre, Sydney Opera House, Brandenburg Gateāthe list has narrowed quite a bit since I was a young, wonder-eyed boy.
One of the special pleasures in life is checking off item by item on your bucket list.
Iāve been lucky to live long enough and to travel extensively enough to wear my bucket-list pencil nub down quite a bit. Notre Dame Cathedral, The Louvre, Sydney Opera House, Brandenburg Gateāthe list has narrowed quite a bit since I was a young, wonder-eyed boy.
I have a routine doctor appointment scheduled for this month and am considering canceling the appointment. Iām an 84-year-old male and have diabetes. I typically see my doctor every four months, but my last appointment was pushed back due to COVID. I know Iām due for blood work but am worried about being exposed to COVID while in the doctorās office. Do you have any advice?
Recently, I needed to record my voice using my computer. Since I had absolutely no idea how to accomplish this, I called my son, Christopher. I explained that this was for an important project and asked if he could please send me an email with step by step instructions. The email I received was exactly 4 words long. āDownload this. Watch this.ā
In a year that we have had, how does Halloween stand up to 2020? Trick-or-treating is still on, with precautions, for the kiddies. With no parties, how can we adults get into the spirit so to speak? No fear (pun intended), there is a lot of media to get us in the mood as well. Sadly some of them are duds, which happens. But luckily that is my job to see the eye-rollers so you donāt have to. Letās get through those first.
In a year that we have had, how does Halloween stand up to 2020? Trick-or-treating is still on, with precautions, for the kiddies. With no parties, how can we adults get into the spirit so to speak? No fear (pun intended), there is a lot of media to get us in the mood as well. Sadly some of them are duds, which happens. But luckily that is my job to see the eye-rollers so you donāt have to.
Letās get through those first.
Jim and I have been “cravin’ Asian” food lately. As a matter of fact, we are total Asian food junkies. There are not many dine in Asian restaurants that we haven’t been to. After checking Facebook for the 4,322 time one day, a light bulb went off in our pea brains.
Last week, as our nation teetered on the brink of 200,000 citizens dead from a criminally mishandled pandemic, and with my mind reeling from the never-ending stream of disastrous news, I hit the road to escape self-imposed lockdown and hopefully find someplace to unwind in relative safety. It was Starved Rock State Park, where one could wander peaceful outdoor trails through winding canyons, as gold and orange leaves drifted down through the still air. And although I knew I might meet others seeking a bit of sanity, I felt confident that I would find enough safe social distance outdoors.
Last week, as our nation teetered on the brink of 200,000 citizens dead from a criminally mishandled pandemic, and with my mind reeling from the never-ending stream of disastrous news, I hit the road to escape self-imposed lockdown and hopefully find someplace to unwind in relative safety.
It was Starved Rock State Park, where one could wander peaceful outdoor trails through winding canyons, as gold and orange leaves drifted down through the still air. And although I knew I might meet others seeking a bit of sanity, I felt confident that I would find enough safe social distance outdoors.
Let me take you on an adventure. It requires some imagination, dear reader, to remember a time in the past. A blissful time where our current state of things was not in the back of our minds. The prospect of walking into a theater for a new release was an open invitation, not something we would debate over. It may not feel dire, but the sense is in the air like the autumn chill. All of this sounds like the plot of some international thriller where our Protagonist must take on a dangerous madman hellbent on destruction. No, I am not talking about any real person or situation in particular. This is just the basics of āTenet.ā
fter having to postpone their summer wedding, my grandson and fiancĆ© have decided to have an intimate wedding this fall. While they are keeping the wedding party and guest list small, I still have reservations about attending. Iām in my late 70s and am relatively healthy, aside from suffering from seasonal allergies.
Some people have a green thumb. Jim and I have the black thumb of death. Every Spring we go to our local nursery, buy some perennial plants, and by the end of summer, they commit suicide. Our landscaping is what our neighbors point to and use as a bad example. This year our lawn caught a bad case of fungus. Along with that, some cute striped little critters, aka Chip and Dale, set up camp under the sidewalk leading up to our house.
Mary, my daughter, bravely got on a plane Sunday afternoon, in the middle of a pandemic, and flew 2000 miles to Seattle. As a recent college graduate, she will be starting her new life in the Pacific Northwest. While texts that include pictures of her smiling face in front of Meredith Greyās house (We are HUGE Greyās Anatomy fans!) have helped to ease my mind, as quite a few of you know, the burden of missing a child can be tough.
All things considered, itās not really all that hard to obey the Ten Commandments, is it? Oh, sure, we all waffle a bit when it comes to coveting, but most of us manage to steer clear of outright murder and theft, and weāre pretty fond of Mom and Dad. But then thereās that pesky Commandment Number Two, the one ordering us to āmake no graven images.ā Are selfies covered under that rule?
All things considered, itās not really all that hard to obey the Ten Commandments, is it? Oh, sure, we all waffle a bit when it comes to coveting, but most of us manage to steer clear of outright murder and theft, and weāre pretty fond of Mom and Dad.
But then thereās that pesky Commandment Number Two, the one ordering us to āmake no graven images.ā
Are selfies covered under that rule?
The season of fall is synonymous with a gorgeous array of various shades of red on a myriad of shrubs and trees. The sight of stately trees in all of their glory at the end of a beautiful summer is what many of us look forward to all year. Often overlooked though are the dozens of perennial flowers that offer up their beautiful blooms as we approach months of cold, ice and snow. It seems as if for these flowers it is their final performance of the season. Itās a performance you donāt want to miss.
On September 5 you may have noticed signs all around Huntley saying, “Tune Radio to 101.5 FM For Fireworks”. Don’t worry, this did not mean your radio would have exploded if you tuned in. Huntley Community Radio had a live broadcast during the village fireworks display, and someone had to put up all those signs.
As this month began, the promise of movie theaters reopening has given us some pause. How will things change in this new world we find ourselves? What safety measures have the staff put in place to make for a comfortable experience? The studios have held back a great deal of their slate until later in 2020 or even next year. With āTenetā the only major release that seems worth it (and I may still review it later), the resounding feeling of disinterest may have you feeling the small screen to be the better choice. Luckily, we donāt need to give up big budget storytelling in the exchange.
My wife and I are in our late 50s and retirement is on our minds. We do plan to continue to work for a few more years, but weāre nearing the next season of our lives. We have three children, one in high school, two in college. We feel that they are adequately set for their futures, now we want to focus on us.
One clear night this summer in mid-July, I stood out among the corn fields at the western dead-end of Ernesti Road and finally knew what it must have felt like to live during the Middle Ages. For the record, I have always felt a touch of envy for those long-ago folks because medieval art is filled with paintings showing blazing comets in the sky, and I have always wanted to see a comet blazing across the sky above me.
One clear night this summer in mid-July, I stood out among the corn fields at the western dead-end of Ernesti Road and finally knew what it must have felt like to live during the Middle Ages.
For the record, I have always felt a touch of envy for those long-ago folks because medieval art is filled with paintings showing blazing comets in the sky, and I have always wanted to see a comet blazing across the sky above me.
Nancy and I have become desperate for entertainment during this Covid-19 crisis. Nancy is convinced she is qualified to be a doctor after watching “Untold Stories of the ER” on TV, and she actually is becoming good at diagnosing the cases. Our Saturday night entertainment is now the Three Stooges followed by Svengoolie. We have also learned from the grandchildren the importance of checking FaceBook constantly. This turned out to be true when we read in the Wildflower Lake neighbors group about a new restaurant called Syrup in Algonquin.
My daughter, Mary, came over on Sunday. Due to social distancing we were hosting her and her boyfriend, Stephen, on our deck. As she was sitting down, she looked into our backyard and asked āWhat happened to the lawn?ā It looked like we had purposefully tried to create ugly brown stripes and circles in our lawn by spraying herbicide. It wasnāt us, but a climatological condition that is causing the lawn to go dormant. The lack of rain had resulted in dry brown grass in stripes over our septic lines and a big brown circle over our septic tank.
My daughter, Mary, came over on Sunday. Due to social distancing we were hosting her and her boyfriend, Stephen, on our deck. As she was sitting down, she looked into our backyard and asked āWhat happened to the lawn?ā It looked like we had purposefully tried to create ugly brown stripes and circles in our lawn by spraying herbicide.
It wasnāt us, but a climatological condition that is causing the lawn to go dormant. The lack of rain had resulted in dry brown grass in stripes over our septic lines and a big brown circle over our septic tank.
As the summer is coming to a close, a new crop of fresh films is out there for your perusal. But with the world as it is, the multiplex may seem like a wary place to enter still. So now as āTenetā and āDeath On The Nileā make their way onto the silver screen, maybe you still want to stay home. But donāt worry, the home theater has you covered.
Within the last few years, Iāve noticed that my fingers arenāt working as they used to. Iām in my 80s and have always enjoyed crafting. Since I can remember, Iāve held knitting needles in my hands, creating scarves, blankets, sweaters, and more, for friends and family. Iāve since put my knitting aside, however, I recently learned that Iāll have a great-grandchild early next year.
Colors often evoke emotion. I always smile when I see a yellow flower. They remind me of the big yellow happy faces that were seemed so prevalent during my childhood in the 70s. Flowers also have the ability to evoke a variety of emotions. One look at a Queen Anneās lace flower immediately brings me back to my grandmotherās farm in Union. It was a very peaceful place. Colorful flowers can be a powerful combination.
My elderly mother has had a recent fall. She fell in the middle of the night, trying to find her way to the bathroom. While sheās doing fine now, itās evident that we need to make some changes to her bathroom to prevent future falls.
Last month I completed 10 years of answering reader questions and writing the Ask the Woodchucks articles for the Sun Day. That amounts to 238 articles.
On Independence Day this year, this is the speech I wish we had heard.
You may grow weary of wearing a mask, staying at least six feet apart socially, washing your hands often, and using disinfectant on surfaces to minimize the chances of coming in contact with COVID-19. While health departments and Governor J.B. Pritzker ask for vigilance in your efforts to reduce the spread of coronavirus, another virus is only a few months away from entering the picture.
Imagine if you will, a world where any dealings with strangers is done through a sheet of plexiglass; where toilet paper can mysteriously disappear from all store shelves overnight; and where wearing a mask going into a bank will not get you arrested. Ladies and gentlemen, you are about to enter the “Covid Zone.”