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Started 12/8/08 by marylouise50; 48951 views.
Brian (BrianB125)

From: Brian (BrianB125)


Things are starting to ease here too, but I'm not sure how much effect it's going to have on me.  I think we have pretty much decided were not going to change our isolation until there is a vaccine.

We go for walks, my wife is baking bread, and i'm cooking all sorts of things.  I go to West Virginia where my nearest neighbor is 1/4 mile away and I can work outside with no concerns.  Trips to Trader Joe's for groceries.  They have been really good at safe practices and they have an hour each morning for old people like us.  If it ever stops raining, I'll start planting my garden in West Virginia and make some new sculptures.

I just read a book about the 1918 flu epidemic and I just watched the movie "Trumbo"  about Dalton Trumbo and the blacklist.  It does put things in perspective, things have been worse.

Best wishes for everyone.



From: MaryLouise3


Monday morning here, dense mist and  the easing of lockdown, hoping people do observe social distancing because we are just entering a surge. A number of schools are opening and deliveries of fast food are now possible.

Staying as we are for the most part -- Brian, we are  also vulnerable and sheltering in place -- but reports coming in of ill patients and my partner will be involved in nursing. Everything is now a calculated risk and food prices are rising. 

I'm keen to get into the garden again, planting out cuttings and  sowing seeds in trays for micro-greens. On our walk I saw buds of white magnolia plumping up.


From: MaryLouise3


Widespread solidarity around here for those suffering in the US and it has brought up traumatic memories for many of police brutality under apartheid.

No walks this morning, bitterly cold and I felt unwell, some vague fever and stomach upset, unlikely to be Covid-19. I did go out into the empty street and  take a pic of the sun coming up on the far side of a field, bands of purple and scarlet, one big flamboyant cliche.

Work! Grateful to have so much piled up on my desk, grouchy because it is so much nose to the grindstone. On the other hand we have autumnal mushrooms (pine rings and field mushrooms and oyster mushrooms) in large baskets. Which means risotto and mushroom barley soup and a mushroom sauce with something. I always think of mushrooms as a rare luxury, more so than steak or lobster.