Hello, there, Dear Reader. It’s getting onto late morning here on Saturday, October 24, 2020, and here in New Hometown, Florida, it is cool and almost autumn-like…for the subtropics, anyway. Presently, the temperature is 75˚F (24˚C) under partly sunny skies. With humidity at 81% and the wind blowing from the east-northeast at 5 MPH (8 KM/H), the feels-like temperature is also 75˚F (24˚C). Today’s forecast calls for a high of 86˚F (30˚C) and lots of humidity, but – happily – no rain.
Today I’m supposed to be running a quick errand (cashing a check at my bank), after which we’ll head to Just Cuts for Guys, the barber shop where I go for a haircut and a beard-mustache trim. I say supposed with a healthy dose of skepticism (and perhaps also a bit of sarcasm) because that was the plan for last Saturday, and The Caregiver forgot because her mind was more on the date she was planning with the New Guy for that night.
While I am not worried about the haircut part of the program, I am pretty sure the trip to the bank is going to be either a total washout or a stressful “rush to get there” last-minute dash reminiscent of my trips to the movies with my half-sister. The bank only stays open until 12 PM, and The Caregiver is still asleep in the master bedroom. We used to have a branch that was five minutes away by car, but it closed in 2018, so now we have to drive to the next closest branch, which is almost 30 minutes away by car.
I’ve been up since 5 AM. I ate some cold cereal and had a glass of orange juice. And I already took my shower, shaved as much as I could, and got dressed. I’m 95% ready to go; I need to grab my wallet, phone, and my house key to be 100% ready. However, The Caregiver – obviously – is not even up and about, much less ready, so I am not terribly optimistic about the whole trip-to-the-bank thing.
As for the rest of my day, Dear Reader? I have no idea what that looks like. With The Caregiver on “I’m-in-a-new-relationship” mode, I don’t have anyone to do anything with these days. When I watch something on TV out in the Florida room, I do so alone. When I eat dinner, I do so by myself because we rarely have meals as a family. I get along with The Caregiver’s young-adult kids, but they have their own social lives, plus…no. I’m 57 going on 58, so our interactions are friendly but basically limited to brief exchanges of pleasantries and the usual “How’s school? How’s work?” question-and-answer sessions between the generations.
So…I don’t know, Dear Reader, what this Saturday has in store for me beyond a (possible) trip to the bank and a haircut. My social calendar – in every aspect – is open…and blank.
I’m going to close for now, but I’m sure that I’ll be posting again later. Maybe I’ll even have a photo of me and my new haircut to share!
 I’ll be even more ready if I make some coffee…