I posted this blog six months ago. Little did we know…… Last Sunday, we took a flight back to New York from the happy island of Aruba (that’s the subject of another blog).

What a difference a year makes. I always loved the start of the school year. Even now, as an adult, in early September I find myself buying new notebooks and pens. The beginning of each school year always felt like the first step of a new adventure with all sorts of surprises in store.

As I write this blog, I am watching my husband prepare and marinade Chilean Sea Bass for our barbecue later this afternoon. My husband has worked on this preparation for years. He has spent a lot of time over the years tweaking the ingredients of the marinade as well as the grilling time. He has perfected both and his Chilean Sea Bass has become a favorite of our family.  

Tomorrow often signals to many the end of the summer even though the solstice come a few weeks later. Sitting outside with Shelly before we dined on our deck, she noted how she how Monday would normally mean the end of a summer break many – students and most who work in city schools – enjoy; she also volunteered how that no longer applies to her (Perhaps a topic for a future blog.).

Here's a real life story I could classify as could only happen in corona time.  

In these Black Swan times I have a long long ago connection.  When I was a young boy my mother told me that her father died in the 1918 Spanish flu pandemic.   I mentioned it to Nancy and, of course, it was news to her and her first impulse was to Google him.  Later she told me she found nothing.   Yet, it was Nancy’s impulse to probe Google that resulted in one of the greatest WOW! moments of my life.  

Our local supermarket follows the guidelines for masks and social distancing. In addition to monitoring the number of people inside, masks, and providing disinfecting wipes when you enter, the supermarket has imposed “one-way” aisles. A good idea from my perspective.It is annoying to me that some people don’t respect the designated direction of the aisles.

Here’s one for you! Have you ever wondered why chickens became such a hot source for the use of idioms? Thought we might have fun with chickens today. Write down a chicken idiom and encourage a friend to do the same. I’ll go first. Cock And Bull Story Meaning: a story that has been made up or extremely exaggerated. Example in a sentence: I didn’t believe her cock and bull story for one second. GO!!