Lockdown Days 97 & 98: Where Have I Been? / Encierro Días 97 & 98: ¿Dónde He Estado?

La versión español está después de la versión inglés.

ASK ME HOW MY DAY was yesterday. Go ahead. Ask me. [“So, Mitchell, how was your day yesterday?”] Uff! Don’t ask! Just imagine a combination of sciatica and severe constipation. That’s what kind of day I had. I’ll let you wonder if that description is literal or figurative.

My hip continues to ache, but not terribly. Walking in the sand has seemed to help, so instead of getting out of bed and heading right to my computer where I would sit and eat breakfast, I had a protein bar and headed out for an early-ish walk on the beach. I walked more than two kilometers as rapidly as I could without having to avoid anyone else. The sun was shining. The sand wasn’t yet hot. I worked up a sweat. My body felt great. All was well.

I returned home and had a quick, healthy breakfast before throwing on fresh shorts and a T-shirt and heading to Mesón Salvador for coffee with San Geraldo. I felt better than the day before. (Don’t even get me started on the day before.) I figured I’d blog after lunch, and then go on a little shopping expedition to Plaza Mayor.

After lunch, we discovered the internet was down. No problem. It sometimes happens. I rebooted both boxes. Four times. That’s when I began phoning Movistar (our internet provider). I won’t bother telling you how many times I dialed and was immediately disconnected, or how many times I made it through one, two, or even three prompts only to get disconnected again. I won’t tell you because I lost count.

I tried using my mobile [phone] to connect to Movistar’s website. The website didn’t respond. I texted Technical Support. An hour later, I received a text reply telling me it would be easier if I simply logged into Movistar’s website! Oh yeah?!? And then my mobile lost its connection.

So, I joined San Geraldo for a siesta. Dudo was just getting settled. San Geraldo began slapping the bed and saying to Moose, “Come on. You can come up. Come on.” Slap slap slap. “Come on. Come on.” Slap slap slap. I considered slapping SG but I instead slapped the bed. Hard. Twice. He said to Moose, “Well! I guess we can’t do that anymore.” Moose left the room. We settled down. Sort of. Dudo suddenly flew from the bed to the dresser to look out the window, which was closed because we had the air conditioning on.

A very short time later, SG decided to get up. He left the room, closing the door behind him. Dudo doesn’t like closed doors. He immediately ran to the door and slapped it with his paws a few times. And then he meowed. And meowed. He jumped on the bed and meowed directly in my face. I got up. I won’t tell you what I said. I opened the door. I won’t tell you what I said next. Dudo ran out. I closed the door. I said something that surprised even me. And I settled back down for my siesta.

Less than a half hour later, Dudo was back in the room. Yowling. In my face. He wanted to go out in the hall. I muttered something else I won’t bother repeating. Dudo and I went out together. He cuddled. He explored. I phoned Movistar. I got through! I was put on hold for an agent. I held and held. No problem. The agent came on and I stupidly asked if he spoke English. I said my Spanish was fine, “but it’s been a long afternoo…” He interruped and said, “No problem. I’ll connect you with an agent who speaks English. “No, no… no… We can do this in Spanish…” I whimpered. But it was too late. Miraculously, although I was on hold a while longer, I didn’t get disconnected. Finally, another agent picked up. He spoke Spanish. I asked if he spoke English. “No,” he said, “but I can connect you…” “NO, no, no!” I blurted. “That’s OK, I can speak Spanish!” I explained the problem. He told me it was part of a very large issue and they were working on it. And that was the end of the conversation and four hours of frustration.

San Geraldo then commented that maybe we could watch regular TV. I had forgotten that we pay for a TV package that we never use. Typical of us. So, after a bunch of hunting and pecking with our two remote controls, I remembered how to get the TV stations. We found something to watch. And that’s when SG’s mobile beeped and we realized we had internet service again. Don’t ask what I muttered at that point. Seriously, don’t even ask.

San Geraldo suggested pasta for dinner. I suggested going out. We stayed home and had pasta. It turned out to be a good idea. I don’t think I was actually ready for the public.

And that’s why this entry is both for Lockdown Day 97 (yesterday) and Lockdown Day 98 (today). I just got back from this morning’s walk on the beach. I’m going to Plaza Mayor after lunch (I think). Our State of Alarm officially ends today and the New Normal begins tomorrow. We’re thankful the New Normal comes with its own set of restrictions. I promise to tell you what “normal” feels like in the coming days.

Do you suppose the New Normal will be any better than the Old Normal?

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PREGÚNTAME CÓMO FUE MI DÍA de ayer. Adelante. Preguntame. [“Entonces, Mitchell, ¿cómo fue tu día ayer?”] ¡Uff! ¡No preguntes! Solo imagine una combinación de ciática y estreñimiento severo. Ese es el tipo de día que tuve. Te dejaré preguntarte si esa descripción es literal o figurativa.

Mi cadera sigue doliendo, pero no terriblemente. Caminar en la arena parece haber ayudado, así que en lugar de levantarme de la cama y dirigirme directamente a mi ordenador donde me sentaría a desayunar, tomé una barra de proteínas y salí a dar un paseo temprano por la playa. Caminé más de dos kilómetros tan rápido como pude sin tener que evitar a nadie más. El sol brillaba. La arena aún no estaba caliente. Me sudaba mucho. Mi cuerpo se sintió genial. Todo estuvo bien.

Regresé a casa y tomé un desayuno rápido y saludable antes de ponerme pantalones cortos frescos y una camiseta y dirigirme a Mesón Salvador para tomar un café con San Geraldo. Me sentí mejor que el día anterior. (Ni siquiera empiece el día anterior). Me imaginé que bloguearía después del almuerzo, y luego iría a una pequeña expedición de compras a Plaza Mayor.

Después del almuerzo, descubrimos que Internet estaba caído. No hay problema. A veces sucede. Reinicié ambas cajas. Cuatro veces. Fue entonces cuando comencé a llamar a Movistar (nuestro proveedor de internet). No le diré cuántas veces marqué e inmediatamente me desconecté, o cuántas veces logré pasar una, dos o incluso tres indicaciones solo para desconectarme nuevamente. No te lo diré porque perdí la cuenta.

Intenté usar mi móvil para conectarme al sitio web de Movistar. El sitio web no respondió. Envié un mensaje de texto a soporte técnico. Una hora después, recibí una respuesta de texto que me decía que sería más fácil si simplemente iniciara sesión en el sitio web de Movistar. ¿¡¿Oh si?!? Y luego mi móvil perdió su conexión.

Entonces, me uní a San Geraldo para una siesta. Dudo se estaba acomodando. San Geraldo comenzó a bofetar la cama y le dijo a Moose: “Vamos. Puedes subir. Venga.” Bofeta bofeta bofeta. “Venga. Venga.” Bofeta bofeta bofeta. Pensé en abofetear a SG, pero en su lugar golpeé la cama. Fuerte. Dos veces. Le dijo a Moose: “¡Bueno! Supongo que ya no podemos hacer eso”. Moose salió de la habitación. Nos instalamos. Algo así como. Dudo repentinamente voló de la cama al tocador para mirar por la ventana, que estaba cerrada porque teníamos el aire acondicionado encendido.

Poco tiempo después, SG decidió levantarse. Salió de la habitación y cerró la puerta detrás de él. A Dudo no le gustan las puertas totalmente cerradas. Inmediatamente corrió hacia la puerta y la golpeó con las patas varias veces. Y luego maulló. Y maullado. Saltó sobre la cama y maulló directamente en mi cara. Me levanté. No te diré lo que dije. Abrí la puerta. No te diré lo que dije a continuación. Dudo salió corriendo. Yo cerré la puerta. Dije algo que incluso me sorprendió. Y me instalé de nuevo para mi siesta.

Menos de media hora después, Dudo había vuelto a la habitación. Aullando En mi cara. Quería salir al pasillo. Murmuré algo más que no me molestaría en repetir. Dudo y yo salimos juntos. Él se acurrucó. El exploró. Llamé a Movistar. ¡Lo logré! Me pusieron en espera de un agente. Lo sostuve y lo sostuve. No hay problema. El agente entró y le pregunté estúpidamente si hablaba inglés. Dije que mi español estaba bien, “pero ha sido una tarde larga …” Interrumpió y dijo: “No hay problema. Le conectaré con un agente que hable inglés. “No, no … no … podemos hacer esto en español …” gemí. Pero fue demasiado tarde. Milagrosamente, aunque estuve en espera un poco más, no me desconecté. Finalmente, otro agente recogió. El hablaba español. Le pregunté si hablaba inglés. “No”, dijo, “pero puedo conectarle …” “¡NO, no, no!” solté. “Está bien, ¡puedo hablar español!” Le expliqué el problema. Me dijo que era parte de un problema muy grande y que estaban trabajando en ello. Y ese fue el final de la conversación y cuatro horas de frustración.

San Geraldo luego comentó que tal vez podríamos ver la televisión regular. Había olvidado que pagamos un paquete de TV que nunca usamos. Típico de nosotros. Entonces, después de un montón de cazar y picotear con nuestros dos mandos, recordé cómo obtener las estaciones de televisión. Encontramos algo para mirar. Y fue entonces cuando el móvil de SG sonó y nos dimos cuenta de que teníamos servicio de internet nuevamente. No preguntes qué murmuré en ese momento. En serio, ni siquiera preguntes.

San Geraldo sugirió pasta para la cena. Sugerí salir. Nos quedamos en casa y comimos pasta. Resultó ser una buena idea. No creo que estuviera realmente listo para el público.

Y es por eso que esta entrada es tanto para el Día de bloqueo 97 (ayer) como para el Día de bloqueo 98 (hoy). Acabo de regresar de la caminata de esta mañana en la playa. Voy a Plaza Mayor después del almuerzo (creo). Nuestro Estado de Alarma termina oficialmente hoy y la Nueva Normal comienza mañana. Agradecemos que la Nueva Normalidad tenga su propio conjunto de restricciones. Prometo decirte lo que se siente “normal” en los próximos días.

¿Crees que la Nueva Normal será mejor que la Vieja Normal?

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Serenity, now! / Serenidad, ¡ahora!

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

30 thoughts on “Lockdown Days 97 & 98: Where Have I Been? / Encierro Días 97 & 98: ¿Dónde He Estado?”

  1. Welcome back, the sun came up this morning, you are able to walk on the beach, take a stroll in town, all that is a memory, fading into the past. Maybe I should have been a therapist – then again maybe not.

    1. David:
      Ha! I don’t need a therapist. I’ve got my blog. Anyway, I meant this to be funny. (When I am seriously in need of therapy, you won’t hear a word from me.)

  2. Good try in taking all that on. I’ve been there as I am sure we all have at some point.
    Yes, it’s another day…..moving forward.
    Enjoy it.

    1. Jim:
      If this is the worst I have to deal with (and, usually, it is), then I live a charmed life. It was all in the long run very entertaining.

  3. lard awmighty! what a shitty day!

    on 6/26, we too move into the “new normal”. restaurants, hair/nail salons, gyms, etc. can open, but only at 50% capacity and masks are mandatory. appointments necessary for everything but the restaurants. no large gatherings permitted; no casinos, entertainment venues, etc.

    keep on sand walking; good resistance.

    1. anne marie:
      Really more comical than shitty. And you’re so right about the sand walking! I missed my early morning opportunity today because I slept in. I might hit the beach (with sandals on) during siesta when it’s more quiet. Today, being the first day of the New Normal, the paseo and beach are much busier than they’ve been… and, for me, not very pleasant nor relaxing. I hope you both stay well (and all your loved ones, too) and that there’s a treatment AND vaccine sooner than later. The new Normal is not a Normal I’d like to get used to.

    1. Bob:
      Exactly. And I didn’t mention washing the dishes and getting soaked… TWICE. Three pairs of underwear that day. Also, I cut myself on Tupperware (well not really Tupperware, a cheap imitation).

  4. Sorry to have laughed at your description of the siesta (that never was)…your day sounds like a total clusterf… Hope today is better.

    1. Mary:
      You were MEANT to laugh. So, I’m glad you did. Even with all my swearing, I found the entire day funny. ESPECIALLY San Geraldo and the cats!

    1. Carole:
      I wrote about it today (have had a lot of questions). Yes, face masks are required until there’s a vaccine or treatment (or if you’re outside and can maintain 5 feet of distance). The police are fining people (up to €100) if they don’t conform, and I know a number of people have been fined in the City of Málaga.

  5. Despite all you problems yesterday, I Just have to laugh 😄😄 Good to hear things are going back to normal, as normal as it can be. Up north in our part of Norway everything is nearly back to how it was before covid-19. But I think antibac will be a part of the normal after this year. Hope your hip dont bother you too mutch 🥰🥰

    1. Elin:
      You were supposed to laugh (I was), so thanks! I don’t really like the new normal given that there are and will be so many more people in town. TODAY.. the hips is OK! Sending you hugs.

  6. What a shitty day for you! Our internet and phone service both went out a couple of days ago due to heavy rain – more than 13 inches less than 3 days! It is back now and the sun is shining. Hope it is shining for you, too.

    1. Wilma:
      A shitty and very entertaining day. THAT is a lot of rain! Sun has been shining incessantly here!

    1. Debra:
      I’m not sure how I feel about the New Normal. I want a new vaccine and a new successful treatment… and less people in town. And many more entertaining (but maybe less annoying) days!

  7. To quote the song, “Mama said there’ll be days like this, there’ll be days like this, my mama said…”

    It’s funny how paralyzing a day can feel without Internet service, considering just a few decades ago we’d never even heard of it and we were fine!

    1. Steve:
      We did talk about that. Fortunately, Jerry has local genealogy work he’s doing and I’ve got Photoshop and photo editing. But it’s incredible how reliant we’ve become and how we can’t even remember when it wasn’t this way. And, thanks for the ear worm!

    1. Judy:
      You from da neighborhood? (I had never even heard that expression until I LEFT New York!)

    1. Walt:
      Yeah, I have many “one of those days” days. And I love to tell about them.

    1. Kirk:
      Exactly. We used to agree before visits with my mother that we wouldn’t get annoyed and we would just save up the stories. So much better to laugh at these things (OK… and swear)!

  8. I want to know everything that you said that you think we don’t want to know. May I suggest stool softeners? Constipation is a pretty private thing, but as a former healthcare provider and someone who had a broken back, I know a little bit about pooping problems. A possible problem, however, with stool softeners, is that you might have an impaction and the softener could allow the softened poop to get around the impaction and escape your body, but that doesn’t address the constipation. I eagerly await news of your ability to poop.

    Love,
    Janie

    1. Oh, Janie, I love your message. But you will NEVER get me to talk about poop. (Well, I shouldn’t say NEVER, but it’s not likely.) Anyway, I’m absolutely fine and I sincerely appreciate your concern. As for all the things I said, none of it was very clever, creative, or unusual… just the usual… but in peculiar combinations.

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