Showing posts with label Self-Isolation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Self-Isolation. Show all posts

Monday, March 30, 2020

Things I Like #1

Well, to be fair, I stole this idea from Mistress Maddie, who was sharing some of favorite things of fellow bloggers. I figured, I have some things I like, so why not do the same.

First up, The Kids.


Tuxedo is clearly not happy with self-isolation or having his picture taken. But, oy, look at the punum on that cat!


Miss Consuelo Roca Jones and her ‘What?” face. She likes attention, but only when she seeks it, not when you offer it.


MaxGoldberg had a tooth removed several years ago, and now, every so often, his mouth goes a little cock-eyed—I believe Maddie has the same condition … being cock eyed. Max’s Native American name is Crooked Mouth.


And finally, the lone pup in a house of cats and queens. Ozzo loo0ks like someone just said the word ‘Bath.’

And so there’s the first of Things I Like … more to come.

Monday, March 23, 2020

Hobby lobby Says 'Come To Work' ... Because God


While most America is self-isolating, one of those essential businesses is telling their employees to come to work … because God.

As of late last week, the Christian owned Hobby Lobby stores were open, and in a letter to employees founder of the chain, David Green, said his wife Barbara is a “prayer warrior” amid “this war with this latest virus,” suggesting that prayer will keep his workers safe, and keep them at work lining his pockets with coins. He said:
 “In her quiet prayer time this past week, the Lord put on Barbara’s heart three profound words to remind us that He’s in control. Guide, Guard, and Groom. We serve a God who will guide us through this storm, who will Guard us as we travel to places never seen before, and who, as a result of this experience, will Groom us to be better than we could have ever thought possible before now.”
So, come to work, Mama needs a new pair of Jimmy Choos and God told her the workers can pay for them.

Monday, March 16, 2020

Living In The Epicenter


It’s quiet here in Camden today.

We are being called the “epicenter” of the virus in South Carolina, though there are a little more than a handful of presumptive or confirmed cases of Coronavirus. We are also home to the world’s largest steeplechase event, a party that brings nearly 100,000 to our town of 7,000, but that event has been cancelled.

That’s devastating to our economy; that’s devastating to all the people planning on working the event and now being told they are not.

Schools will close this week—USC closed last week—but most businesses in town are open, even some of the restaurants, though I wonder how they’ll do in the long run. There was even discussion of closing churches yesterday … no church in South Carolina? That’s insane! 

Luckily that other church in the state, the liquor store, is still open.

There are some eight cases here in Camden, and that isn’t bad for a town of 7.000. I remind Carlos of that because he gets a little worried. I remind him that 8 or 9 cases in a town of 7,000 isn't a great risk. Still, we are an old money town, and there are a great many people in Camden in their 70s,80s, 90s and beyond here, so that may explain the “epicenter” tag.

We stayed home most of the weekend—I took a three-day weekend—though we ran errands Saturday; our local grocer was stocked up with just about everything, the only bare or nearly bare shelves were the cleaners and soaps and hand sanitizers. We did a Lowe’s run, got cat and dog food, litter, picked up some sheet music for Carlos, and then came home and hunkered down for a couple of days. I binge-watched the second season of Westworld and Carlos practiced his trumpet.

Luckily, Carlos, though he’s on disability and does not work, can do translations from home; I don’t know about my job. I will go in today and we’ll play it by ear if we work from home or don’t work at all. I'd be fine with staying home and working, or not, from here.

I may like a little staycation as long as it isn’t too long.

I read this and it sounds kinda desolate, and it shouldn’t be, and it isn't; we are cautious, not scared. We know this may go on longer than we’d like, but we’ll be okay. I just worry about those people who won’t be …

I’m’a go and get a cat hug from Tuxedo. I'd hug Carlos but we're social distancing today.