We
had a dip into winter over the weekend with a little snow over Saturday night.
It’s warming up again now but all danger of frost isn’t past.
Here
we are in the midst of emergency response to pandemic, and while I’m sure
caution should be practiced, it’s just so hard to stay home. We aren’t sick. We
know no one who is sick. The novel virus has yet to be identified in our
community. But here we are at home, trying not to go anywhere public. Of course, since I’m a homebody, I don’t really want to go anywhere
except to JoAnn’s and the grocery store, but I would like to feel that I can go
to those places.
We
went to the grocery store again yesterday – “just topping off,” as Mike put it –
and I felt guilty for going.
Probably
most of us were taught to wash our hands among our first lessons. “Nothing has done as much for world health as
washing the hands,” my Mother was the first to tell me, and of course, that's a well-publicized fact. At first, I was no good at it. It was
boring to stand there rubbing and twisting my hands with soap and water, so I
would cut the process short and dry my hands on my towel. Because I wasn’t
thorough – and evidently I was also into some very dirty activities – my dirty
towel told Mother that I wasn’t getting my hands clean. “Kathy!” she called
from the bathroom, “come here! Just look at your towel!” Can’t you just
hear her?
To
tell you the truth, I don’t think I became a meticulous hand washer until I had
my first baby. Having children in the home will make a believer out of you. So
glad I don't have to worry about children in today’s environment, but then,
we always worry about the children.
How
about disinfecting? I gave the bathroom counter a good cleaning the other day –
something I don’t do often enough. I used my Clorox Kitchen Cleaner only later
to discover Clorox Bathroom Cleaner stored in the bathroom. I didn’t even
know what cleaning products I had on hand, so today I researched my cupboards and placed
disinfectants on counters where we can reach them. It’s tough to take
disinfecting seriously since it’s (mostly) just the two of us here. We laughed
this morning when I insisted Mike move six feet away from me at our yoga class.
Yes,
we went to yoga. The group agreed to keep meeting until further notice. That
may come sooner than we think, whether it seems necessary or not. And Mike's visits to retirement / nursing facilities have been cancelled.
“Some
people call me elderly,” said Mike. “I don’t think of myself as elderly.” And
neither do I.
In
other news, Mike bought a 2002 Dodge Ram from a used car
dealership in Weiser last Friday (March 13). As luck would have it, the dealer
had plans to visit family in this area and delivered it to us. We haven’t driven it much, but so far,
it seems good. Because the driver’s seat is worn while the passenger seat is in
good shape, we think it was probably a one-man vehicle. It has seen use but has
only 108,000 miles on it. Perhaps it was someone’s farm truck. Perhaps it still is. KW
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Meanwhile here at the beach “Operation Bury Our Heads in the Sand” commenced Sunday and is well on its way. Sunshine, ocean waves and sand right outside the door and plenty of food, toilet paper and the best of companions inside.
Great to hear that you arrived there safe and sound and are as well as usual. Carry on with good times!
Oh, I don't think of dad as elderly, either. He is of an older generation, but he is not elderly as a descriptor.
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