Out Into the World

Today I had to take my Jeep Renegade in to change the oil. I don’t venture “out” at all ever right now. Anyone who reads this blog knows what I do — it involves a few neighbors, trips to the market to pick up groceries, and long walks with dogs in the Big Empty. To go to the “big city” and have to wear a mask and read all the rules taped onto the door of the service area of the dealership was weird. I didn’t want to sit and wait inside, but there were no chairs outside, so I dragged one out. I enjoyed the book I brought along and my car was ready within an hour. I’ve been going there as long as I’ve lived here and big city or not, this whole valley is a small town (40k people) so it wasn’t like it was stressful or weird otherwise. BUT…

I’m lucky I live in a place where there are currently only 5 active cases of the virus in an area as large as Connecticut. I’m lucky I can avoid the whole idea of the virus much of the time. But today I couldn’t.

Part of my mind thought of the 180,000 people who are dead from this. Part of my mind thought of the incredibly stupid “debate” that the elderly and those with pre-existing conditions didn’t directly die of Covid-19 and shouldn’t be counted in the tally. Part of my mind wanted to slap people who make that argument without knowing what heinous things they are saying — that sick and elderly people should die AND they are making the admission that too many people have died. That argument says both of those things, but the dimwits making it don’t seem to realize it.

All this is buried pretty far down and wasn’t burbling away on the top levels of my consciousness, but when I got my car keys back and got into Bella, I had the strangest other-worldly feeling as if my car and I were not really touching wheels to earth at all. When I got home, I was exhausted.

As I pulled into my driveway, I saw my lovely neighbor had leaned some long pieces of bead-board against my fence. She gave me a couple of large pieces yesterday, and NOW I’m even richer in this resource. You can be sure I brought them inside my fence.

This is my new raw material for garden signs and it’s very nice, a far more predictable surface than the cedar fence boards of which I still have a few. The back is plain, clear, plywood. I’m going to need to get a circular saw, I guess.

Sign painted on headboard…

22 thoughts on “Out Into the World

  1. You have wonderful neighbors. And that says that you are a good neighbor to them as well! As for the exhausting trip to the city – we were out and about today and I swear there are more and more people flaunting the face mask rules. I had to do the crossing guard pose and let the guy behind me in line know he was a little too close!

    • I’m very happy I didn’t have to yell at anyone about anything. When I moved the chair outside, the young guy with the beautiful name — Joaquin Lujan — said, “That’s a good idea.” When he said he’d take it back in, I said, “Maybe leave it for the next old lady.” He said, “I will.” ❤

  2. It IS a weird feeling to be out in the world these days. Since our shut-down began, one neighbor has been buying and bringing me a 1/2 gallon of milk every week, and another neighbor has combined our on-line shopping lists. I took back my independence this week, and I’m a little nervous about i , although I’m quite sure it will work well — the grocery store lead-time is now about 3-4 hours, rather than the 2 weeks we began with, and I was beginning to be a little embarrassed about accepting the milk forever (rather than the 2 weeks we all thought it would be!). Taking the car in for servicing will be the next project, but that has to wait until next week because of the holiday. There are so many conflicting arguments about blame, who’s at risk, etc. that I’ve had to let those all go and concentrate on the virus itself — masks, wash hands, etc., and stay home as much as possible. Our heat waves aren’t helping much, as it’s too hot to go outside, even in the late afternoon! We’re on flex alert again, and blackouts are possible over this holiday weekend!

    You have wonderful neighbors who provide you with the raw materials for your yard signs!

    • I’m so sorry, Janet. Those blackouts are awful. Like you, I’m only concerned with the virus and not getting it. I usually order my groceries 24 hours ahead because I always forget stuff… 🙂

      • Apologies for taking over your post. Groceries will be on-line with a few hours to pick=up (or delivery), so if I forget things I figure I can do another order tomorrow, or go in to a different store, etc. We are getting reasonable warning about blackouts — so far I haven’t been affected, though I still could be this evening. We’ve been on Stage 1 — open-ended warning that blackouts could be possible for several days, with time frames of 3-9 pm for today through Monday. About 5 today, they announced Stage 2, meaning that supplies are dangerously close to depleted — fires have affected the supply tonight — and there is one area with an outage right now. All of that to soay that though blackouts are possible, they are not completely unexpected if one pays attention.

  3. It’s wonderful you have great neighours that care. You care too, it’s obvious. We too live in an area with few cases of this horrible disaster so in that I feel so lucky. Still, it’s a constant worry and my heart aches for those suffering the ill effects of having contacted or contracted it. Be well, be safe, know y ou are appreciated and loved Martha

  4. In our country the have decided not to count people who died after twenty eight days of being diagnosed with covid. So if you die after 29 days they don’t count it! The level of deaths immediately fell from about 46000 to 41000. This was because Wales, Northern Ireland and Scotland were only measuring up to 28 days. I hate it when people mess with statistics. It seems like they are cheating…. Sorry to go on…

  5. Venturing out into the world brings the whole reality of the current situation into sharp focus again. I can feel myself tensing up when I have to go out in public. I recently had a “discussion” with one of my brothers who brought up the question of “what did the people who died of covid have already?” As if that made it okay that many years were shaved off their lives. OF course they should be counted! It’s harder when it’s family saying stupid stuff like that. And he is over 60.

    • It’s just wrong. I have a couple of conditions that make Covid dangerous for me. They’re not my fault. One is genetic, the other is a rare pseudo-allergy (AERD) that causes asthma. Both conditions are well controlled, and I feel I am responsible to myself to stay out of harm’s way. I don’t expect other people to care what happens to me, but I care. This is the best part of life so far (except the interval until I was 15). I don’t want it abbreviated.

      The irony to that attitude is that we retired people are among those still able to contribute monetarily to society.

      And yeah. It’s really stressful to go out there. You don’t know what people are going to do. I hate feeling that way and that is part of the stress.

      • Yes, a huge irony!
        I also have autoimmune issues which elevate my risk (as well as my age). When the Covid death numbers are released here, they always put a comment about how many were people over 60 – as if that makes a less serious difference.
        Way too much stress all the way around.

        • I wonder about that, whether it is a warning to people to be careful around their older relatives, to us to be careful of ourselves, or a statement like, “So who cares? They’ve lived their lives.” I’ve decided not to read into it.

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