Let’s face it: staying at home, wearing a mask when you go out and going to the grocery store at “senior” hours is kind of a drag. Of course, we can do house-cleaning, go for a walk around the neighborhood (masked, of course), play games, read, watch TV, exercise, write a story, and so on. It’s a nice time to bake cookies, write letters or emails, clean out the basement, mend that holey sweater you’ve ignored for years, start a garden; the list can go on and on.
However, there comes a time when guzzling down a gin and tonic or a beer or what have you can certainly can take the edge off. Of course, we don’t want to turn into booze bums, but decidedly a little drinkie-poo now and then can be calming, and you don’t need wear a mask to enjoy it.
The Crankee Yankee and I noticed that our one sad little bottle of gin was nearly empty, so we went on a quest to find a liquor store. Not surprisingly, many other people felt the same way. The woman behind the counter said that she saw more people buying alcohol than food and toilet paper.
This all reminds me of the famous song, “Mad Dogs and Englishmen,” written by Noël Coward and first performed in The Third Little Show at the Music Box Theatre, New York, on 1 June 1931, by Beatrice Lillie. The one bit I remember well is this: “They (the English) take their scotch and rye down/and lie down.”
So we are being very English and enjoying the occasional gin and tonic; just enough to take the edge off. It’s certainly not the answer to everything that’s going on these days, but as a dear British friend of mine would say, “it couldn’t hurt.” Bottoms up!