Observations of several previous days from Day 73 of Confinement

The view from the patio table. It is hot and humid and about 82 degrees Fahrenheit, 27.8 degrees Celsius.

It is day seventy-two of confinement. We all mention, when we see on television: people shaking hands, embracing, eating in restaurants, how odd it all seems. It is kind of like, ‘Remember when…’

Yes, there is the new norm. The new norm is a total change. When the Confinement started, we were set for a six week or so period of time in which we would have to have changed lives. Little did we all know that it would last this long and that it will, in fact, continue for much longer.

One wonders how it will go. Clearly, as the heat ramps up for the summer, it will probably be less of an issue. However, I am sure that it will be an issue in the fall and winter. It is certainly questionable as to when we shall have a vaccine or even truthfully understand it. Meanwhile, we shall have to practice social distancing as best we can and have our masks and gloves handy.

I just got back from walking the dogs and saw a Disaster Clean up vehicle in the driveway of the neighbors to the north (not the malbor). I also was not admitted through the front door of my house, so my first thought was that despite my having already checked out the entire house earlier (because I was opening windows), that something had happened. At our house, we had just gotten a delivery from Oberweis (during the night). I had totally forgotten about it this morning so I did not attend to it. Our son was bringing the milk in, and because it was wet from the rain and condensation from being cold in a warm atmosphere, the bottle slipped out of his hand and crashed and exploded on the threshold. Not the most auspicious way to begin the day. Thankfully, it wasn’t me, but I know how those bottles are, engineered in such a way to be heavy and difficult to carry. Why Oberweis doesn’t make a metal, clamp on handle available (even for purchase) is beyond me.

Such is life under the new norm. At least I had a bouquet of lilies of the valley that I took from a public area around a tree in the middle of the street.

About Richard Koerner

Almost seventy something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.
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