Thursday, April 22, 2021

Last night I went to bed at 10:30, fell asleep quickly, got up once at 4:30, catnapped after that, finally waking/getting up at 6:30.

Teresa left at 7:45 for her gym class.

I left at 8am and met Glenn and Bianca at the usual bus stop. We took a taxi north on Avenida Poblado and got off at Calle 11. We crossed Avenida Poblado and walked a block west then north to café Seré. A new acquaintance of Glenn’s soon showed up. His name is Steve and he’s from Panama (originally North Carolina) and has had an apt near Aguacatala station for the past 2 years. I had the French toast which, though it looked the same as Ganso y Castor, was actually soft enough to eat.

I received a call from my urologist’s receptionist and I actually understood she wanted me to come tomorrow at 10am.

Steve left, we paid our bill, and we walked a couple blocks away to a new bakery called La Fabrykas at Calle 12 #43B-32.  As a European style bakery they had a few pastries not normally found in a Colombian café. I had their pan de manzana (apple) and Glenn had their pan de amapola (poppy seed). One problem for the future is they are closed on Sundays.

We left just after 11am and returned to Envigado.

The afternoon news reported that Medellin ICUs are at 99% occupancy. I wouldn’t be surprised if we are put under total lockdown until new infections decrease. In Medellin every 4th Covid-19 test is positive.

I had a 2-hour chess lesson with Juan Castro.

I beat Teresa in parcheesi today 4 games to 2.

 

The US has 31,811,249 ð 31,821,943 ð 31,936,518 coronavirus cases with 567,900+ ð 568,100+ ð 569,600+ deaths.

Per Medellin Guru, as of this afternoon Colombia has a total of 2,684,101 ð 2,701,313 ð 2,720,619 cases with 69,177 ð 69,596 ð 70,026 deaths. Medellin has 250,058 ð 252,042 ð 254,008 cases, an increase of 1,966 from April 21^st to 22^nd. Envigado has a total of 21,928 cases, an increase of 276 from April 21^st to 22^nd.

Joke of the day

An elderly farmer had an old bull that lost its usual desire and no longer went near the cows.  The farmer called the vet, who prescribed a pill to stimulate the bull’s interest.

A few weeks later, the farmer ran into a friend, who asked, “How’s that bull?”

“Great!” said the farmer.  “The bull is back to his former frisky self.”

“That’s fantastic.  What miracle drug did the vet prescribe?”

“I don’t know,” said the farmer.  “But it tastes like licorice.”