It’s day eleventyhundred and twenty three of shelter-in-place. I only know what day it is by what we’re eating. On Sundays we eat pancakes.
When it was first recommended that we #stayhome and #savelives and non essential business would shut down, the first thing I wanted to do was go out and get something. Coffee. Breakfast. Something. Later I realized that’s all I ever really do. That, and get groceries.
After several weeks of this, it’s become clear to me that I’ve always lived a SIP lifestyle. I spent a LOT of time alone in my room as a kid. All this feels very normal to me.
I’m happy to travel and go and see and do. And I’m just as happy at home in my own world, in my own head. The only weird part is standing in line six feet apart outside of Trader Joe’s. That, and Amazon running low on vitamin C.
Folks in Bend seem to be taking it all in stride. Lots of strides, all over the parks. The parks are lousy with people now, like a summertime lemonade commercial on PCP. Most are keeping their distance, some are oblivious - or rude - and the dogs all look ecstatic, if not a bit tired.
Thankfully one of the canals is back open and full. Lots of water gushing by in torrents in some stretches, placid swollen ponds elsewhere. Not many people out on the dirt & gravel trails, which means more room for us. And a lot less city noise. SIP evidently means more weed whacking, lawn mowing, and leaf blowing. Has everyone forgotten how to read quietly on the couch?
Tell me when this is all over, because I may not notice.