It took me three tries to get the accurate date today. I went through the same exercise yesterday (Sunday, apparently) and again for that-day-that-comes-before-Sunday. Once the boys and I decided the phones and computers had the correct date, I realized we’ve been staying home for a month and two days.
Time flies when you’re looking back. It i-n-c-h-e-s when you’re looking forward.
Speaking of, Utah’s state governor announced that we’ve graduated to less-stringent measures. The state parks have opened to non-county residents. By May, people could sit inside a restaurant to eat. To combat that sedentary option, he also anticipates the re-opening of gyms. Furthermore, elective surgeries will resume. He stressed the importance of still maintaining social distance and rocking the mask.
Utah’s Coronavirus crack team said we need to approach the reopening as a dial, like on a dimmer -not like an on/off switch.
Word must’ve not gotten around, because a posse protested two days ago.
I don’t get it. Then again, I’m not out of work because of all this.
On the plus side, I’ve decided to count my blessings:
- We are not living through the pandemic of 1918, when we didn’t have Amazon.
- We’ve got the internet, which allows our connecting to others, working from home, and playing or watching games and shows.
- My family and I do not live in an urban area, in a multi-unit apartment building.
- Our local stores offer grocery pickup.
- If food gets scarce, my LDS upbringing means I have enough dried black beans to get us through at least two months. It won’t be pretty, but we’ll have regularity and protein.
Amazon is great, as is grocery pickup. The only problem is costs are rising. I needed to replenish our regular household cleaners this last week, and couldn’t believe how expensive they’d become.
Either everyone is panic-buying, or people do not use soap during non-panic-buying times. I’m just glad I’m not desperate. I also know how to mix some of my own all-purpose cleaners. If worse comes to worst, we’ll forage for bits of bark to replace the soaps. Actually, I have boys. We’ll all just start smelling of a more-natural musk.
In better news, the boys’ school released a video of each teacher reading a small line of encouragement. Home life looked good on them; some of the guys were going Rip Van Winkle with the facial hair. We drove past their school after this week’s grocery pickup this morning, then ‘visited’ a favorite teacher of theirs.
My boys seem resilient and unaffected. When I suggested that my pre-teen might video chat with his friend, he asked, “Why?” Only when I said they could arrange for playing chess online did he consider it a good idea.
Their conversation went something like this:
So… what’ve you been doing?
*Shrug* Staying home.
Yeah. Me, too.
So… wanna do chess or something?
…When can you?
Ummm. Probably Wednesday from 1-3.
Actually, for accuracy, you need to read it with an awkward pause after every two lines. I’m not sure if it’s a guy thing to be so verbose and animated but …yeah, it’s a guy thing.
For me, I finally caved and installed an app called Marco Polo. My friend told me about it awhile ago but I hated the idea of recording myself. That, and my phone has never been the top of the class. My reward after install was a video she’d recorded that day, over a year ago. I cried watching it. Since then, we’ve made videos back and forth a few times.
They’re a bit longer than my son’s conversation with his friend.
What have you been able to do lately? Is the weather warming or cooling? Have you called a friend, or maybe just played chess with him?
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