Life in a COVID-19 Hot Spot – Week 3 – Things Cutting Closer
Despite our vote to continue, my dancercise class is cancelled – no meetings of more than 10 people allowed.
Instead, the teacher set up a Zoom class. Prancing around in my family room is not quite the same, but I did keep moving for an hour.
My neighbor Mike was in a horrific skiing accident several weeks ago, was comatose for several days, tore his shoulder apart. He has recovered wonderfully from the brain injury, but he has no use of his right arm. The surgery needed to repair the torn tendons and muscles has been classified “elective” during the lockdown. If too much time passes, he may use the use of his arm permanently.
A pack of coyotes wandered up our unusually quiet street from the creek at the end of the cul-de-sac.
I received notice from the Food Bank where I volunteer that, as I am considered “vulnerable” to COVID-19 due to my age, they can no longer accept me as a volunteer. This hurts!
I canceled my annual trip to Texas to visit my #1 Brother and my Friend-since-4th-grade.
Grocery stores are setting aside an hour each morning exclusively for us vulnerable folks to shop. My husband waited 20 minutes in line, as people were admitted in small numbers in order to maintain the recommended 6 -foot social distancing.
One of our local newspapers has announced that it will no longer publish a paper version; it’s too expensive to publish without the ad revenues from restaurants, theatres, and real estate companies.
If the media shut down on us, how will we know what to be afraid of?
These are such challenging times. I can feel your pain about not being allowed to volunteer.