The family is doing well (97.0 today for both my mother and myself.) The news about the pandemic has few bright spots. Over a million people have tested positive and our hospitals are choking on the traffic. Our governor Rip Van DeSantis has stirred from his long slumber and has declared that non-essential workers stay at home. Of course, a momentously late measure like this requires an even bolder display of the art of procrastination by delaying the implementation until tomorrow. A profile in courage this is not.
In dealing with the inaction of the academy of incompetents in office I find myself looking around the house to assess the resources immediately available. We do a lot of woodworking projects here so I searched through all those tubs in the garage for items that might be of utility. The search was rewarded with a collection of rubber gloves and two dusty N-95 masks. I cleaned up the masks and gave one to my mother. In the bathroom closet I found a treasure trove of those little soap containers that hotels leave in their rooms. Since we're washing our hands roughly hourly, placing this little gems at each sink in the house will cut down on the use of antiseptic hand soaps and hand sanitizers. I will take a stack of those to my mother's home today. Take a few moments away from watching the Tiger King and see what you might have that can help you with reducing your chances of catching the virus.
As always, keep yourself safe and cut the rest of the world a little slack. Treat each other well and look forward to that day in the future when we can all safely be in a crowd watching a favorite movie, show, play, or concert.
I asked people to send their stories of social distancing. Below is a submission by Quackgrass Sally, who has gone to ground with her family in Montana. No jokes about it being easy to be isolated in Montana. People who have not lived in rural areas forget that there often is as strong a sense of neighborhood in the Great American Outback as in the streets of Boston. Neighbors rely on each other, even if they don't like each other. I think our neighborhoods began the decline when party lines were replaced with private lines and when porches fell out of fashion. Thanks Sally! keep safe and keep in touch.