The time has rocketed by, even though Joe and I remain socially isolated. His poor girlfriend, I think, is terribly lonely as she is also being meticulous about social distancing. She cares for a handicapped sister overnight and absolutely must steer clear of this virus.
I’ve read so many theories and studies and hypotheses with regard to COVID-19. The gist of it is that it’s highly communicable, most deadly to those with compromised immune systems or other underlying health issues and the elderly. At first, it was determined that children strangely weren’t affected by it as badly, but now they’re seeing issues with children that mimic Kawasaki disease. Young, healthy adults between 25 and 40 are having residual issues with organs – kidneys, liver, and sometimes the brain. Some issues are temporary, some permanent. It doesn’t seem that any age group is at any disadvantage over another. Each age group has it’s own problems.
The economy is a disaster right now. Honestly, it doesn’t affect me (or us) as my retirement checks keep coming in and Joe remains employed by the Public Defender’s office. It seems that the worse the economy gets, the higher the crime rate. Makes sense. Apparently they’ve seen an uptick in domestic violence, what with everyone stuck in the house with each other longer than they’re used to being.
But even though we remain unfazed financially, we both feel very strongly that “opening up” is being done way too quickly. Trump only cares about money and his image come election day. There were a lot of failures with regard to this pandemic, but Trump refused to take it seriously and, because of that, and because the correct information wasn’t disseminated on a timely basis, governors hesitated to take decisive action as well. Cuomo could have closed schools sooner, as could other governors. But Cuomo takes responsibility for that and has been a beacon of leadership and transparency through this whole thing.
What bothers me most about this reopening is that the infection rate is almost guaranteed to rise again. With hospitals competing against the federal government for supplies, there will be hundreds more unnecessary deaths. Early information indicates that the virus may hang on to asymptomatic people who will carry it everyplace they go. And we’ll be wearing masks for the next couple of years until this pandemic has run its course (or maybe longer) and more people die.
I’ve decided to stop the injections that lower my immune system response. It’s only psoriasis (albeit severe) and, given a choice, I’d rather have the itchy, scaly, cracked, bleeding skin than be more susceptible to this virus. Part of me hopes that I will have a natural immunity to it like I seem to have for the flu. Hell, all of me hopes that, but I won’t bank on it.
I continue to order food off the internet and continue to stock up. Sometimes I forget what I’ve ordered so I end up ordering more. A couple of days ago I got a delivery from Amazon with two 2-lb. boxes of Barilla spaghetti. Apparently I forgot I’d already ordered from someplace else because yesterday I got a delivery from someplace else with three 8-lb packages of spaghetti. I have only one jar of sauce.
I have gotten meat from Butcher Box and recently ordered food from Schwans, which Joe and I have so far enjoyed immensely. I don’t think we’ll starve anytime soon.
I’ve planted seeds – so far marigolds, nasturtium, cucumbers, three varieties of beans, spaghetti squash, pumpkins, sunflowers, tomatoes, peppers, lettuce, peas and other stuff I can’t remember off the top of my head. There are some of the seedlings that are now in desperate need of transplanting, but I need a plan and I need to come up with that sooner rather than later. The idea is to grow as much food as possible and freeze it using the Food Saver, in the event food shortages continue to get worse. I’m thinking very seriously of keeping some chickens (illegally, of course) for the eggs and meat. I’m also going to buy a chest freezer so that I have room to store everything.
There is more than 30 lbs. of dry food for the cats, as well as 50 or more cans of food – between the three of them, I use only a half can a day so in theory, it should last me 3 months or more, and the dry should last around the same. I keep thinking I should order another couple of bags of food from Amazon, just to be on the safe side. I don’t know. Better too much than not enough, right?
Since March 10th I have left the house only twice. Once to go pick up meat in the city at a meat packing place that was shutting down and selling discounted meat (we got about 20 lbs.), and the other time was to go to the liquor store. Priorities, right? Well, it was more to just get OUT, as I’ve been stuck at this house now for two months tomorrow.
Tomorrow marks another milestone for me. Seven years to the day since I booted Lisa to the curb. That hardly seems possible – that seven years have zipped by that fast. I think of her often still. I wonder how she’s doing with her cancer. I wonder if her girlfriend has been supportive or resents the attention Lisa gets because of the cancer (her ex told me she doesn’t like when other people get attention, so…).
I remember, in the past, always feeling lonely in a crowd. People all around me but I never felt any sense of family, kinship, fellowship, friendship or belonging. Now, in my solitude, I find I am less lonely than when I was always around people. So, maybe I’m where I need to be right now.
Staffers in the West Wing have tested positive for COVID-19. Trump’s arrogance is getting ready to bite him on the ass. Hard. (I hope)