I’m in the dog house, and I’ll be here for a while. I locked Danita out of the house. Danita usually goes to bed after I do, watching TV in the basement. Sometimes she decides it’s too much effort to go upstairs and just sleeps in the basement. Wednesday we were feeling stressed and decided to have a wine and snack evening. When I went upstairs, I locked the door to the basement. I don’t remember locking the door. We’ve never locked that door before. I’m not even sure I understand why there is a lock on that door. But there is a lock, it was definitely locked, and it didn’t lock itself. Danita didn’t have her shoes or her keys. One can unlock the door with a screwdriver or other tool, but we don’t keep any tools in the basement. Danita tried knocking on the door, calling out for me, and calling my cell phone. I was out of it. Nothing woke me. The next morning, I got up early as usual and went through my morning routine. I finally got down to looking at Email and found a transcribed voice mail from Danita. I turned the door knob around so it’s impossible to lock anybody out.

We’re slowly getting closer to getting Mom moved to Charlestown. We expected the welcome package Friday. Unfortunately, the last person in the approval chain wasn’t available. Hopefully we’ll get the acceptance tomorrow.

Our neighborhood has started in-person parties. We missed the first one. Last night we had “Picnic on the Porch”. We had a boxed dinner and live Bluegrass music. The board decided they didn’t want the musicians singing. The idea was that singing musicians might spew more viruses. So the group was instructed not to sing. That lasted for a while. But musicians are musicians. Those who like to sing will end up singing. Everybody was having a good time and nobody objected to the singing (including our board president), except our events coordinator. She tried to stop the singing, but nobody paid attention to her. Poor Carol. She tried to do the right thing.

I hope this finds everybody doing well.