Have you been doing Zoom chats? I had my first one two weeks ago, and now I’m Zooming with most of my friend groups. Last week I Zoomed with my book group, with my “band moms” group, and with my brother and SIL. This evening, Cliff and I Zoomed with our usual Friday-night-meet-for-a-beer group. It’s Sunday???? OH NO. I can’t tell what day it is anymore!
On one of my Zoom chats last week, we ran out of things to talk about. Don’t get me wrong—we were so happy to simply see each other’s faces that we probably could have just sat there and made funny faces for awhile. L. pipes up and asks, “Well, does anyone have a song to share or an instrument to play for the group?” I instantly thought of my kitchen harmonica that I keep in a drawer for times when I want to sing the blues! (It got a lot of use a few years ago when I was turning 50.) For the life of me, I could not find that thing, but then I remembered . . . I have a mini-harmonica on my key chain! I dug that out and began to improvise a Corona Virus-inspired tune, “Oh I’ve got the blues!” and that’s when I heard a big groan and a very quick goodbye. “Okay, we’re done here. See you soon!”
Oh, man! I was so sad! The creative juices were flowing, so I quickly penned a song. Think of George Thorogood’s song Bad to the Bone. Between each line, think in your head the classic blues riff, “na nana na NA!”
“Oh I’ve got the blues
Because of this flu!
Yeah I’ve got the blues
Cuz I’ve got nothing to do.
Taking too many naps
Eating all of the snacks
Because of this bug
I can’t give no hugs.
Don’t gotta wear pants
Cuz I’m stuck in my manse.
Yeah I’ve got the blues.
*shakes the spit off of her harmonica, and takes a bow*
Another night, I decided to make a hearty soup of what I had in the fridge. I love to make soup. I got so distracted and anyway, here are directions for how NOT to make Corn Potato Chowder with Ham: Cut up veggies and accidentally drop raw potato on the floor which your dog eats (experts say not good for dogs). Feed dog ends of carrots and celery, then trip over her on your way to the stove. Remember you are due for a Zoom happy hour at 5:00 and go to your computer.
Log into Zoom only to discover the host completely forgot and is grocery shopping. Happy hour is postponed until 5:30. Go back to kitchen. Brown onions and red peppers in butter while assembling other ingredients. Get it all going in your beautiful red La Crueset knock-off iron pot. Add chicken broth and leave on low heat.
Join your Zoom Happy Hour. Chat longer than expected. Talk about Corona virus. Talk about the Tiger King show. Laugh and smile, and feel more normal than you have felt in days. Leave Zoom to stir said soup every 10 minutes, and after awhile you decide it is, well, too “soupy.” Leave the lid off to try to solidify.
Zoom for another 15 minutes. Say goodbye to your friends. Smile. Feel happy. Refresh your cocktail.
Check on soup. NOOOOOOOOO!!!! It has turned into DROOP. DRY SOUP!!! And the bottom bits are burned (sad face). Close your eyes and channel Martha Stewart. You’ve got this: Add a cup of milk . . . and add the cup of frozen corn that you forgot (because it is corn chowder). Heat again on very very very low heat, and voila! Delicious soup!
Hope you are all staying well. The key to my well being has been a long walk or hike every day. And wine. And soup. And singing the blues.
Cheers,
Mary