Since Massachusetts is slowly coming out of lockdown, I decided it was safe enough to visit ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
adrian_turtle this weekend. (The risk here was from the travel.)
It was very good to see her, after three months of communicating in text chat and sometimes phone calls. Those three months were harder on her than on me, because she had been home alone, while I was here withcattitude and hadn't gone three months between hugs.
Adrian and I went out yesterday to stand on Mass Ave with a half dozen other people holding "Black Lives Matter" signs; she tells me people have been going out there every evening for the past week. It's a small thing, but it's a small thing we could do right around the corner, without whatever risk is involved in a bus ride. We got lots of waves and cheerful honks of support from passing cars, which is encouraging.
Last night's dinner was a mushroom frittata, at my request because I don't cook mushrooms around Andy because the fumes can make him sick, and we'd had lunch and dinner together every day since the last time I visited Adrian.
When I mentioned the visit on Discord, Jo asked if I'd taken the metro. I got to Adrian's by bus, but rather than go into the Harvard Station busway, I walked several blocks above ground to connect from the 73 to the 77: waiting indoors/underground would have increased the risk. During that walk, I realized that this was the first time I had walked in order to get somewhere since mid-April.
For at least the next few weeks, we will probably have less frequent, longer visits than normal. The exact frequency and timing will depend on the weather, because one effect of the pandemic is that Adrian doesn't want to have a stranger in her apartment to reinstall the air conditioner in her bedroom window. We also want Adrian to come to Belmont soon, so she can see both me and Cattitude.
adrian_turtle this weekend. (The risk here was from the travel.)It was very good to see her, after three months of communicating in text chat and sometimes phone calls. Those three months were harder on her than on me, because she had been home alone, while I was here with
cattitude and hadn't gone three months between hugs.Adrian and I went out yesterday to stand on Mass Ave with a half dozen other people holding "Black Lives Matter" signs; she tells me people have been going out there every evening for the past week. It's a small thing, but it's a small thing we could do right around the corner, without whatever risk is involved in a bus ride. We got lots of waves and cheerful honks of support from passing cars, which is encouraging.
Last night's dinner was a mushroom frittata, at my request because I don't cook mushrooms around Andy because the fumes can make him sick, and we'd had lunch and dinner together every day since the last time I visited Adrian.
When I mentioned the visit on Discord, Jo asked if I'd taken the metro. I got to Adrian's by bus, but rather than go into the Harvard Station busway, I walked several blocks above ground to connect from the 73 to the 77: waiting indoors/underground would have increased the risk. During that walk, I realized that this was the first time I had walked in order to get somewhere since mid-April.
For at least the next few weeks, we will probably have less frequent, longer visits than normal. The exact frequency and timing will depend on the weather, because one effect of the pandemic is that Adrian doesn't want to have a stranger in her apartment to reinstall the air conditioner in her bedroom window. We also want Adrian to come to Belmont soon, so she can see both me and Cattitude.