Fandango’s Provocative Question (6 May 2020)

Wednesday. Fandango’s Provocative Question once again. This week, he asks:

Do you think it’s premature for states to be lifting the stay-at-home, shelter-in-place, and social distancing restrictions? Or do you believe that it’s about time they were rescinded? Once they are removed, how quickly are you likely to resume living your life as you did in the pre-pandemic days?

I’m gonna split this one into two.

  1. Is it ok for the president of the USA to decide when to lift the stay-at-home order for the USA?
  2. Absolutely, who else would you entrust it to? Somebody who got into office precisely because the electorate trusted their judgement? So, what could be better than when they actually use that judgement? Surely this is exactly why they were voted president?

    I even have some sympathy for them, because whatever decision they make, it will be wrong in many people’s eyes. So they can’t win.

  3. Did Trump get this particular call wrong?

Maybe. Maybe not. But, if somebody partakes in a democracy, there’s the rub. They have to take the rough with the smooth. If people think that the system that elected him was unfair, then it is down to them to support somebody who’ll make that system fairer. Or to agitate against it themselves.

I’m sorry, I realise that most of my American friends will disagree with me there, but that is my view. If you elect an idiot, you can hardly be surprised when they make idiotic decisions.

As for me, after lockdown is lifted, I will wait about 6 weeks before I make any decision. That time lag should be enough to allow any new spike to be visible in the numbers. That decision will be either to go out again, or to defer for a while longer, when I will address the question again.

Okay, some things, like grocery shopping, are unavoidable, but most things, like using public transport or visiting coffee shops, should fit into that rule.

We need to think for ourselves here, this is our own life and death, not something we should really delegate to somebody else.

Fandango’s One Word Challenge (6 May 2020)

One way to compensate for a tiny brain is to pretend to be dead.

Scott Adams

for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC), compensate.

Date Night

Here’s an idea for lockdown:

Last night, my wife and I had a date night. We’d planned it for the evening after we’d been to the shops, so while we were out we picked up some goodies.

Since last week, I have been looking through the programme guide and recording all the decent-looking movies I could find as they aired.

Monday, I raided the wine store and found a 20-year-old bottle I picked up from the producer while staying down at the bottom of France. It had been in the fridge since then. Ever the clinician, when I finally poured it, my wife said it looked like a dodgy-looking specimen, but there was 20 years of deliciousness in each glass.

Come 7 o’clock, we prepared just a frozen ready-meal, mushroom risotto. We have one of those good-frozen-ready-meal shops in Salisbury, so made a quick detour while we were out. We’ve had the risotto before and it too is delicious – and vegetarian! So we settled into our date night, settled in to watch Jason Bourne. It was crap – my wife and I have rarely agreed on what constitutes a good movie, but never mind.

The highlight of any meal is, of course, the pudding and we each made our choices at the supermarket. She had what tasted like a mixture of fruit, meringue and cream, whereas I had a delicious chocolate-and-salted-caramel torte. Mine was only a couple of inches in diameter, but it was so rich, that was enough. The beauty about both desserts is that they came in pairs, so we can try it all again soon!

There was one sad sign of our ages, however. Where we’d once have got up to all sorts of canoodling afterwards, last night, by not long after 9PM, we were both tucked up in our (separate) beds, snoring soundly. Because I seem to tolerate rice quite well, my sugar was also low, when I measured it this morning (that tiny torte wouldn’t hurt anyone, plus I was careful what I ate yesterday to that point).

So, a second date? With a decent movie on offer, who knows? Just provided those puddings last…