COVID-19 Journal Entry 44

Sunday Morning

I’m awake early on a Sunday morning. This is because I was awake early on all the days preceding and so my body is not trained to keep sleeping. On the weekends where I have a flex Monday I can sometimes sleep in a bit, but not much. It’s ok because it’s nice to be up early and start things and have things achieved by noon. Also, early weekend mornings are conducive to afternoon naps.

Today I have ginger turmeric tea steeping. Ginger because my tummy is grumbly; turmeric because it’s part of the tea. It’s too hot to drink so far but I may have to removed the bag before long because the ginger will get too strong. This tea might also be good with some honey – but that’s all the way over in the kitchen and I don’t want to get up.

I’m in my big comfy chair with my feet up. My feet art hurty today, and I have employed my two-socks-per-foot trick to make them feel better. I don’t know if this is a scientific cure, but now their complaints are muffled so I can work in peace.

My feet are sore due to a combination of the following:

  1. My running shoes are likely getting old and not supporting my feet properly anymore. I have been wearing my running shoes instead of either of the two pairs of hiking boots because it wasn’t raining this week when I walked to work
  2. Contemporary dance class in a real studio on Friday evening. My feet aren’t used to being barefoot on a hard floor. My feet always complain after dance class. And during class. Not before class, though, because I don’t tell them I’m going. They don’t get any say on the matter. I’ve been craving a dance class on Friday nights right after work, because I’ve 100% had a dance class at that time for years. I was open to anything but am so happy that it’s contemporary because I can just go and relax (mentally, anyway). This week, unfortunatly, I stomped on my own foot during one exercise. The foot that was stopmed on was all like “Heeeey.” And the other foot was all like “Hehehehe…. I don’t think that’s where I was supposed to go…..”
  3. I went for a walk with Susan on Saturday morning all around and about her neighbourhood. She tour-guided me all around MacAuley Point park, pointing out wildlife and plants, and sharing history. A good walk and a a good visit with Susan, who I haven’t seen in person for a long time.

Admittedly, much of 2 and 3 could have been mitigated by paying more attention to 1. But it doesn’t matter because I have plans to rest today. In my comfy chair. I have a few issues of Vanity Fair (the magazine) to catch up on. I thought I’d read them all, but then I found a hidden cache, most likely set aside when I was tidying. I’m working on September’s issue. Alternating with articles from that, I’ve started reading Outlander, the first in the Outlander series that everyone else has already read or watched (or in among the first? I don’t know if there are prequels, as sometimes occurs with serieses). I’ve heard about it for years, and know the gist of what it’s about, but here I am reading it now. It will be the second book I’ve read this year, and, should I finish, I will be well on my way to breaking my 4-books-in-a-year record I set last year.

Reading Material, circa Jan 17, 2021.

One of my favorite Sunday morning things is the CBC radio show In Concert, which is four hours of classical music. It’s usually themed, and the host will provide history or context of the music in between works, or do readings. It works well to have on while I am reading or writing. I also like to listen to it online and from a different time zone so instead of listening to it from 11am-3pm (pacific, and it’s proper broadcast time) it’s on from 8 until noon (from the Ontario time zone). I don’t know what the theme is today, or if there is one, because I haven’t been paying attention.

COVID-19 Journal Entry 43

I’ve been thinking about time today. Truthfully, though, not so much “today” as just a few minutes ago when my mind drifted away from the story of the book I just started reading. It’s a new year and I’ve decided to read books. Maybe some, maybe lots. If I read 3 I’ll have read more than I did last year, and that’s my resolution.

I considered my alarm clock this morning. It’s an actual stand-alone clock + radio that lives on my bedside table and not just the clock app on my phone – although the reception for the radio is only clear when my phone is resting on top. The alarm may be set so that I wake up to the sound of CBC Radio instead of a loud alarm sound, thus, I may wake up peacefully instead of scared. I do in fact wake up to the sound of the radio, even if some days I stay dozing a bit and dream the radio stories instead of hearing them.

The key of this radio + clock deal is that there is digital clock on the front in a massive font so that I can see it without my glasses on, and so that I only have to open my eyes and/or turn my head to see the time (Instead of picking up my phone).

There are two alarms I can set, and this is what I have was considering this morning. I set one at 7am and the other for 6:40. This isn’t like some people do, where they need two consecutive alarms in the morning to get up. I turn on the alarm for 7 for the first part of the week when I work from home and don’t need so much time to commute. The alarm for 6:40 is for the days when I go into the office and have to get ready and then walk in. I should note that these are the times I wake up, but not when I leave bed, which can vary, especially on days at home, when I don’t have to get ready to the same degree as when I leave the house.

My schedule of things shifted at the very start of COVID and I thought to myself won’t this be fun for a little while, but has switched from that to just being normal. I have to get up earlier than I did when I went into the office every day because I walk instead of taking the bus. I have two separate alarms because I might as well take advantage of the extra time working from home allows, and this being two or three times a week. In the before times I would work from home just one day a week, or two, and I would wake up at the same time as when I had to leave the house anyway. Now I’m at home for most of the week.

Time works different, too, when I have nowhere to be at any given time – very few appointments, and no after-work activities like dance or dinner out. This is causing problematic when I do have things at scheduled times as I’ve forgotten how to remember to do them. I’ve managed to get to all my in-person things, but I missed a video dance presentation I had a ticket for. I’m trying to “put things in my calendar” so I remember to do them. For a while last spring all the things I “put in my calendar” got deleted so I guess I forgot how to do that.

Also, getting up at 6:40 in the spring and summer was much more enjoyable than it is now, but at least it’s getting sort of light again now when I leave the house just before 7:30 instead of it being basically the middle of the night. Unless it’s rainy, then it’s just dark in the morning, and stays dark all day long. I think I notice the dark more this year because, first, I’m out in it more in the morning, and then after work I’m not busy. I usually have dance, where someone always mentions how dark it is after the time change, and everyone notices and says Oh Yeah! but we are all in the studio where the lights are on and where we are presently going to dance. Or I have plays or dinners out to go to. So generally just don’t pay that much attention. This year, especially before midwinter, I found myself standing at my windows (all of them on separate occasions) just contemplating how dark it was at 4:45 in the afternoons.

Now I contemplate how much time I used to spend reading books, and how I don’t do that anymore. In the short term my solution for this is to trade in the time I spend *watching silly internet videos* for book-reading time. A new year’s compromise. I won’t describe how long I have spent watching *silly internet videos* today, but to be fair, I only agreed to this self-imposed compromise about an hour ago and in that time I have not watched any.

(I want to get back to my book now so I’m not going to proofread/edit this. I will no doubt regret this at some time in the future.)

COVID-19 Journal Entry 42

It’s 2021 now. Good luck.

When I started my COVID-19 Journal last March did I expect it to last until now? No!

Did I expect to take a couple months off from writing about my experiences of the COVID year? Also no, but I did.

  • A) I was writing other things.
  • B) I am an inconsistent journaller anyway.
  • C) How much can I write about writing about myself staying at home? Well. Lots. And I shall continue to do so.

It occurs to me as I review my past entries that I didn’t take the opportunity to write in October and November how it was a year since my trip to China – which ended up being my last overseas trip for a while. I did ponder this in late October: how it didn’t feel like it had been a year already, but how it also felt like way more than a year since I’d been there. When the pandemic started, it had only been a few months since I got back. In October the pandemic was still going on, but it couldn’t have been that long, could it? But it was.

About a year ago today I was amazed at my good timing, leaving Asia just 6 weeks or so before news of the new coronavirus started coming out. Maybe it wasn’t a year ago today. Maybe it was a bit longer before I realized. I don’t remember exactly. Maybe it was Christmas. I remember at some point I opened Google maps so I could show Dad how far exactly I was from Wuhan during my trip. I spent a day looking at the Three Gorges Dam in Yichang, and that’s about 350km away, which was the closest I got. (However, as someone on my tour pointed out later, Wuhan was on a possible alternate route if our original plan went astray, but that part of the tour went according to the itinerary.)

Three Gorges Dam Tourist Area Circa November 2019. I climbed up a high thing to take a photo of the view. I do not know what we’re looking at because I didn’t pay attention to our area guide. Bad Tourist.

This week I’ve been thinking about February, 2020 or “The Last Normal Month.” Just in regular life I would have been going to work. We had settled into a schedule where we could work from home one day per week. My day was Thursday. Then I had dance three times per week, on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

February is the last month in my calendar that has events that aren’t marked with a CANCELLED. I took to adding CANCELLED to things as they were called off in the spring as a sort of memento, but that was later, in March, April and May. In February, I saw a Kidd Pivot show in Victoria, and Dear Evan Hanson in Vancouver. I went to a Carlson’s School of Dance fundraiser for their Disney kids in Duncan. I think I saw a play at UVic, too, but I didn’t have it written down.

At the end of Feb I had a dentist appointment, which led to a consultation with the endodontist at t the beginning of March, which led to half a root canal being done the next day because I thought it would be good to get it over with. I remember the endodontist saying that he’d be away at a conference that weekend, but there was an emergency line I could call if I had any issues The conference he attended ended up being the first superspreader event in BC, leading to all dentist offices being shut down for a while. My root canal wasn’t completed until July.

I remember thinking at the start of February that I had a busy month coming up. Thank goodness that it was.

COVID-19 Journal Entry 41

It was a beautiful day today. The evidence: during my walk home, at every intersection where a car had to stop to let me cross, the driver would smile. Also, it was almost sunny during said walk. Also, I stopped and bought a burger for dinner.

I got Fanta with my burger. Fanta reminds me of Europe: specifically, Finland, 1998. (Which included Finland-Germany-Austria-Hungary on the train.) North America didn’t have Fanta at the time, and there’s nothing better than finding a thing that you like that is in Europe and not in North America. At least, while you are in Europe. When you get home it’s a bit of a drag because you can’t get it anymore. I did take a small stash home with me, which I savoured.

I went to the fabric store today at my lunch break. Interesting: Most other stores if I need help, I do not ask for it. This is not the case at the fabric store.

“Can you help me?” I asked of the store helper person at the front of the store who just seconds before had indicated that I could, in face, enter the store. I had followed the COVID-protocols listed on the sign just inside the door.

“Yes!” said the store helper person

“I need lightweight, fusible interfacing,” I said, making sure to include both terms “lightweight” and “fusible” or else the interfacing in question was to be of no use to me.

The store helper knew just what I was talking about. Of course! She works in a fabric store!

She showed me the options, I made my choice and she cut off a chunk for me. She then asked me if I was ready to go or if I wanted to look around some more. Luckily for me, I was on my lunch break and didn’t have the time, or else I would have found some lovely brocade or something that I have no plans for. As it was, I was in and out in about 3 or 5 minutes. Think of that! 3 or 5 minutes in a fabric store.

COVID-19 Journal Entry #40

Adventure to Rexall

I went to Rexall today to get my flu shot, and it was an adventure, let me tell you. I walked there, and then I walked back. Whoo. There are some more details to relate that might make this tale marginally less boring. I had an appointment for a flu shot, for one. I booked it Sunday or Monday online, and I went on Friday. I took the first spot that was available, which coincidently, is the same time I like to go to Rexall – in the late afternoon. So it was mostly not very busy. I shopped at Rexall during the 5 or ten minutes I have to spend after getting a flu shot to make sure I don’t pass out. I didn’t pass out. I bought deoderant and razors and a wart-blasting kit. I needed aaa batteries, too, for my fake candles, but I wasn’t in the mood to pay $21.83 for eight, so I left those there. I need nine, so I was doubly discouraged. After Rexall I did a flit to Shoppers to see if they had batteries for cheaper, but no. After Shoppers I went to Winners, because it exists and wasn’t busy, where I found a massive bag of chia seeds for $10. I don’t know if you’ve tried to buy chia seeds before, but a big bag is never that cheap. It filled my container at home to the brim, so I’m pleased.

As I was leaving Winners, the Beep-Beep went off and I had to rummage through my bag to figure out what set it off for the benefit of the store associate. I got to show off my wart-blast kit, which had an activated taggy thing. Best adventure ever.

I took note of some amendments going on at the legislature on my way home.

I usually walk down this driveway. I don’t feel very encouraged to do that right now. I walk along the grass to the side with the roses instead (that’s sort of alongside the bus you can see there because I don’t realy show the roses here – you can sort of see them still surviving behind the fencing).
The new “ditch” feature on the legislature lawn, alongside the (currently empty) flower beds.
The legislature. While I took photos of keep out signs and ditches, most other people were taking photos of this. It’s nice, too. I’m impatient for their Christmas lights to go up. Fun fact: if I ever talk about walking downtown, I’ve probably walked past this, as it is in the way between my house and the rest of Victoria. I can avoid it, if needed, but it’s the shortest way.

COVID-19 Journal Entry 39

I’m on holiday this week and next so I should be sharing all my adventures, right? Yesterday I not only had a cup of decaffeinated coffee, but I also recieved a delivery of groceries. Oooooh. No wait, the groceries were on Tuesday. The days, it seems, are running together.

This morning, in an act of holidaying, I remained in bed until 10:30. I wasn’t even asleep! I just lay there for a few hours, contemplating and such. It was splendid but at 10:30 it was too much: too much lying in bed and too much contemplating. I sometimes have a hard time coming home out of my fantasy world. Today there was nothing to stop me from staying there, except that I was ready to proceed with my day. It hung on for a while, and I distracted myself by getting dressed and having breakfast. Or lunch, actually by the time I got around to eating.

My thoughts for the rest of the day were in 1997 and 1998 and then 2001 and 2002 as I scan paper mementos into my computer. I’m slowly organizing my history into digital folders on my hard drive, which is fine. I’m blessed/taxed with an extensive paper archive, just because I write so much. Then there’s school work, which is paper (why didn’t I get rid of more of this long ago). I’m having some trouble sorting out stories and poems that were for personal use away from those that were school assignments. Not really that much trouble, more fun/agony reading things I forgot I wrote. Note that I have mostly kept school work from art and writing classes – where I would have produced a creative work. Noticeably absent are English, Anthropology, Journalism and other classes that I have no recollection of taking because I got rid of the notes. But what would they contain? Interpretations. (I suppose that’s the reason.) I remember I really liked my anthropology text book from the one anthropology class I took during my first year of post-secondary education. That was at Malaspina College (now VIU). Good class. I found a rock for one assignment and said it could be used as a manicure tool – nail file and cuticle pusher. I can’t remember the point of that assignment. I should have kept the notes.

Tomorrow: adventure to Rexall Drugstore.

P.S. Mum told me her recipe for red cabbage last night. I made it today and it’s gooooooood. Even though I didn’t have any cloves – just a little bit stuck at the bottom of the container. Still good.

COVID-19 Journal – Entry 38

Sounds

Over the summer, people in my neighbourhood had get togethers in their apartments and parties in their yards. General merryment: talking and laughing, and sometimes music. Nice. I had my windows open all summer, so I could hear them, and I liked it. Some people, I know, are all “grrrr, who’s having fun within my hearing grrrr.” But that’s not me. I’m like, “where does that chatter originate?” and often it’s my direct neighbours, in the house next to my apartment building (i’m on the corner of the building, so tecnically they’re my closest neighbour on that side. And often there were groups of people on their balcony’s in the building across from me – and they’re across two parking lots, so I would be impressed that their voices carried. It’s nice to be in a neighbourhood where people are doing things.

Once in a while over the summer I could hear piano music, but it was just too far away for me to tell if it was someone playing a piano, or if it was a recording. Either way, it was nice.

Also, there are still a few people nearby who are celebrating pandemic workers at 7pm – there’s a drum and something that clangs on most nights. I heard it yesterday- my windows are mostly closed by then each day now so there may be more noises that I don’t hear. Also, I’m busy or have the TV on I don’t always hear them anymore. Some commitment going, there. They’ve been doing it since the last week of March and all through the summer.

Another sound that maybe doesn’t delight me as much, is my loud upstairs neighbour, who is full of mysterious bangs and thumps. He doesn’t enrage me or anything. At the very most, if I’m not paying attention and there’s a sudden noise, I am put in mind of living at home back in the day when I’d hear a thump upstairs of my brother launching, closely followed by his loud descent down the stairs, followed closely by his finding me wherever I was and punching me. So I might get a little apprehensive now, out of an old habit, followed by some brief confusion (where am I? where are stairs?), and then relief, since no one is going to beat me. Once there was enough stomping I hoped maybe he’d taken up flamenco , but, wrong rhythm.

Today I was distracted by the sound of rain. Lots of rain! And then wind. And then wind and rain! I was pleased I didn’t have to leave the house today. I was thinking of going on a jaunt to Staples and Whole Foods for supplies. I decided to order groceries for delivery instead. New pandemic habits fitting in well with old habits of laziness and not wanting to go out into the rain. Or not wanting to go anywhere.

Going somewhere didn’t fit in today. When I got home from Duncan yesterday (I was there overnight Sunday for Thanksgiving) I had time enough to unpack all my turkey leftovers before HEADACHE set it. It wasn’t even just HEADACHE, though. It was extreme sleepiness, followed by headache? and then HEADACHE. So I “decided” to spend the afternoon in bed. I was a little impatient with that, and with myself. But I reminded myself I sometimes need to rest a little more than usual. So I opened the window in my bedroom (it wasn’t raining out yesterday – it was sunny) and made myself into a cocoon, and wind came in and cooled my head. I alternated between watching TV, and then sleeping, and then lying awake with my eyes closed and making up stories. I tried putting on podcasts, too, but I’d just sleep through them. Not in a podcast mood yesterday. I got up at six, but wasn’t really into major accomplishments.

I feel better today. I went through more of my personal paperwork that I’m sorting through and scanning, which I find fun. Also, it’s turkey week and I’ve made soup, which, just as a timing thing, I had for breakfast. Then leftover turkey dinner at lunch time. Then no turkey for dinner, although a turkey sandwich seemed tempting. Turkey week.

Cozy of the Day

I still have this yellow cardigan. This is a photo from circa 2002 and also features my first sculpture project at Camosun. I kept this cardigan in my cubby in the sculpture hut (I think – it was kept somewhere at school for sure because I remember finding it smushed up and dusty at the back of a locker or something. So maybe I left it there on purpose, or maybe I forgot it one day and then just thought it was handy to keep there.) (Photo from my personal archive – I’ve forgotten who took the photo.)

COVID-19 Journal – Entry 37

It occurs to me today that, if the world was operating as normal, I would be in France or Italy right now. I had a wee plan in my head at the beginning of the year to get to get to these places and look at the art from my art history books. That would have been three weeks starting this week – I had the time booked off from work. Instead, I moved my vacation days from this week so I could have time off in May. I still have two weeks off starting next week with no plans. No worry, no fuss. This is good too. Maybe I’ll start my holiday crafts. And by “start” I mean start doing holiday crafts at all, as I haven’t ever, really.

Some places I wanted to go:

  • Paris – the louvre mostly. Other galleries I can’t remember. Just to be in Paris for a bit.
  • Avignon/Arles – Van Gogh, and to be in southern France for a bit.
  • Nice – to break up the distance between France and Italy
  • Florence – the Renaissance
  • Rome – ancient Rome – day trip to Pompeii
  • London – I like London – some shows, some lunches from M&S. The usual.

That seems like enough over three weeks. London at the end because that’s sort of like going home – because I’ve been there several times now and it’s familiar, not because it’s actually home. Home is Canada where the trees are tall.

I usually have a trip to get excited for in fall, and that helps with the evenings getting darker. It’s fun to have the distraction of packing, and getting organized to go. This year I have other fun things to distract me:

  • Waiting for my flu shot! When will they be here? When can I go?
  • I need a new lightweight black jacket for spring and fall. My current incarnation was purchased during my first trip to Spain in 2012 and it shows. The fabric is fading. It’s still pretty, though. Maybe I’ll just Sharpie over the dull areas?
  • My mum gave me her silk blouse to mend a year ago. I should get to that.
  • Kimberly invited me to a Pampered Chef party a few weeks ago and I bought a popcorn maker. I’m going to have popcorn!
  • I need to buy popcorn!
  • The colours yellow, orange, red and green, all swirled together on the same leaf.
  • Candles
  • Sweaters, when it gets cooler.
  • At work today I learned about a massive hoodie-poncho-blankie thing with a pocket. I want one.
  • I’ve started scanning my paper archive onto my computer so that I might store it on a small external hard drive instead of in six boxes stacked in the corner. Admittedly this maybe become three boxes. Or four. I have much precious paper: schoolwork, writing, journals, travel ephemera. I just found the journals/scrapbooks (paper-based!) that I kept on trips to San Francisco (2005) and Toronto/Ottawa/St. John’s (2007) that I forgot about. I used to take a paper journal with me when I traveled, and also tape so that I could attach ticket stubs and museum maps to the pages while I wrote.
  • I have to clean up my flower pots on the balcony. There are some fresh buds appearing, so I should get rid of the dried up flowers to make room.
  • This is morphing into a list of things to do during my days off.
  • Feathers and brushes
Me! In what was then my new black jacket. Admiring the evening view of the Alhambra in Granada, Spain, circa March, 2012.

COVID-19 Journal Entry #35

I had some more things to discuss about travel last night, but I got sleepy.

I’ve been doing a bit of virtual travelling during the pandemic. Or it might also be called pre-planning for future trips. But in a bit of a round-about way. I was reading an old article at the Vanity Fair website about the (alleged) origin of AIDS in Africa. I have a subscription to Vanity Fair and they have their whole archive up – it’s really interesting reading old articles that are 100% based in their own time. I have to re-contextualize my brain to understand how people were thinking at the time of writing. If I read stories about female celebrities from the eighties and nineties they describe their looks and weight a way that’s pretty gross and like it’s out business to know. I notice it now, but I wouldn’t have then. Also I read an article about an actor (I can’t remember who) from 1992 or 1993 who was dating little-known actor Lisa Kudrow.

The AIDS article was from 1987, so there have been some developments in the treatment of AIDS both medically and in the media, and I certainly kept that in mind as I read. It was a bit of an adventure for the writer to visit some of the locations in remote Africa. That didn’t get me thinking about travelling there, however. First I realized that I don’t know African geography at all, and so had put the article aside to study Google maps for a bit to see where Uganda and Guinea-Bissau are located. That led me to their Wikipedia articles for a brief skim of their histories and economies. And then while I was at it, I had to find out what’s up with The Gambia.

I tried getting back to the article again, and the writer trekking through the jungle, and that’s when it occurred to me that people can visit Africa – not necessarily as journalists, but just as tourists. So I had to stop reading again to look up travel tours in Africa, and indeed one could go to Uganda, at least, along with several other neighboring countries. One would have to camp most of the time, and there’s hiking and nature, but one could definitely go – and at not too expensively, either (what with the camping). Further research on visa showed I could actually go to these countries as a Canadian. I didn’t look at airfare, but I’m guessing it’s pricy and consists of many hours of travel time.

I’ve done a similar thing lately after reading an article about Mozambique, where residents are working at adapting to weather and climate change. Again, I didn’t know where Mozambique was, and again I studied the map for a while before starting my travel plans.

This weekend I was reading about Belarus. I didn’t get the the travel plans part of my routine because while I was looking at eastern Europe I noticed that there’s a wee chunk of Russia stuck in between Poland and Lithuania. It’s called the Kaliningrad Oblast, and I didn’t know it existed until Saturday. If you want to travel there you need a Russian visa, no problem. But if you want to visit Russia proper on the same trip, be sure to get a double entry visa. You can travel there by train from the Lithuania in the east, but train lines no longer run into Poland. You can also get a ferry from St. Petersburg.

To conclude my very bad geography report, there are lots of places I still want to see in the world. It really helps knowing where they are located.

COVID-19 Journal – Entry 34

I’m feeling October. What is the feeling of October? This year it’s the evenings getting dark too soon, and cool nights. Usually in October, in the few years previous to this one, October was my travel month. Mexico in 2018, England with Susan in 2017. Last year I was already packing for China at this time even though the start of my trip was later in the month.

In 2019 I travelled a lot, so at the start of the pandemic I wasn’t too fussed with the prospect of staying at home. I’m feeling it now though: the longing for an airplane and foreign places. My plan for 2020 was for France and Italy – places I haven’t been yet! And then back to London, which I just love. I’m missing London! I’ll make due for now with following M&S on Instagram, I guess.

I’ve made a bit of a mistake. I’ve been spending my weekend going through my collections of detritus from trips past, and that has gotten me thinking about travel. I have piles of brochures and maps and misc paper from all my trips. I just got a new scanner, so some of these things and getting scanned and saved with my photos; most of if it is getting recycled after that. I’ve gotten good at not collecting so much stuff when I travel, but some things have memories.

A grocery receipt from Spain! I loved grocery shopping in Spain. I learned all the words for dairy products for reading the ingredients. I was shocked when I turned the cans of soup around and there wasn’t an English version of the label, like when we turn from the French side in Canada.

Slippers of the Day

I bought these slippers in Spain because the floors of our apartment were cold. This was me wearing them in said apartment (circa Feb, 2016). I was most pleased. They currently serve as my balcony slippers for when I water my plants.