Week # 3 – Lather, Rinse & Repeat

What can you say? There is no deadline on these troubling times. Everyone is stressed, anxious and bored all at the same time. Plus the house is starting to smell bad (as long as you can smell).

We sign up daily for the ‘Tony & Debbie’ show and only hear gloom and doom with a pile of dead numbers and charts with curves that need to be flattened.

That beach sure looks good but you can’t go there. Take a sea cruise at your own risk. Have a Happy birthday party to your mother through a window.

Getting bored? Commit a crime and you won’t get locked up. First the police don’t want to get near you. Second the courts are closed. Third if you do get caught and thrown in jail it will be a death sentence.

The good cooks are becoming creative of how to make a meal from Cheetos, pinto beans and pasta. The parents will test their own knowledge to try and teach their kids what professional trainers did. The entrepreneurs won’t be able to sell their ideas for banks won’t be giving no loans to people with no assesses.

On the bright side, it is spring. The flowers are blooming. The sun is shining. The birds are singing. The bunnies are hopping.

The streets are just about vacant of moving vehicles but the folks trying to get out and exercise pushing their children baskets and tethering their animals are declaring the pavement their own that makes it hard to pass at the required social distancing.

Almost everyone at the Tummy Temple seems to be western robbers or member of ‘Grays Anatomy’. Maybe need to put on my bandana for this new fashion trend? From yesterday the beer aisle was decimated and the pickings were as slim as the toilet paper aisle.

The open roadway wants me to purchase an auto (but I can’t get a license since the DMV is closed) tempting me to put my foot to the metal.

Still I follow the rules of ‘shelter in place’ for there is no place to go or anyone to see. The forest holds more entertainment than cable channels. The music is familiar. The sunshine is warm.

Remembering what it was like before is history. Cooping with what is now is survival. What will happen after is fantasy predictions, assumptions to faulty data, hopes and dreams for this could be the end.

We can tell other survivors what it was like to live through the ‘Pandemic of 2020’.

It is just another day in just another life.