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.