Hunkering

3.24.20

A week ago the world changed- we are on lockdown, or as it is called “social distancing” a speedy upgrade from the pre- St. Patrick’s Day weekend when it was suggested people “self isolate” and bars were asked to consider closing to stop the spread of a virus.

When I heard the news on March 16 that bars and restaurants were ordered closed, and all my gigs were cancelled until April, I grabbed two orders of corned beef and cabbage (and a last beer at the bar), withdrew $300 cash, filled my gas tank and drove straight to Canyon.  Art and I since ventured out once, on March 21st, to get groceries.  A minor ordeal with gloves, masks, strange new practices of standing six feet apart in lines to enter or check out at the grocery store.   There was an early, insane run on toilet paper ??

I also ordered a replacement pair of Crave boots online, on sale because of the color, “brunette”. Gorgeous-  and they match my kerchief- required anytime one goes out in public.  Spending more time here in the redwoods, or braving the wilds of Moraga Safeway, I will need good, strong boots.