More states are closing schools and issuing various shelter-in-place or social distancing warnings.
As a result, small businesses have been pummeled. But not all of them. Many people are reading books again. For America’s youth, a “book” is similar to a website, but it’s printed on paper, so it can be screened even if the internet goes out.
To join this trend, I may start writing letters instead of blogs to catalog the disruption to our lives:
March 30, 2020
My Dearest LuLuBell,
This is the beginning of the third week in which KRLD reporters are required to work from home to prevent the spread of COVID-19. A lot of media outlets, ours included, are providing regular updates to try to keep everyone informed.
But this needn’t be simply a time to lament our fortunes. Like Lewis and Clark, I am blazing a trail toward a newfound work-life balance. I’ve been to Hat Rock, too, so Lewis, Clark and I are matching each other’s moves.
I am enjoying the shorter commute. At the same time, though, I’m starting to get a bit stir crazy.
Spending more time at home, I heard a critter scurry across the ceiling a few days ago. Then I heard it again. Then I heard it approximately five more times before going up there to take a look around.
The critter had retreated to an undisclosed location.
I called an exterminator, explaining the critter had left some “evidence” in the attic.
“Okay, so there’s some feces up there?” the woman who answered the phone asked.
“No, don’t say, ‘feces,’ say, ‘evidence’ and get really self-conscious about it,” I replied.
The exterminator came and left traps for the critter. He’s here again now, cleaning the, you know [clears throat], evidence.
And I’ve got the HVAC guy coming tomorrow to give a quote on moving my outdoor unit around the corner of the house, so while I’ve been getting a bit stir crazy, spending more time at home has given me more time to meet with contractors and also clean up around the Ol’ Scaia Place.
I’ve even made progress clearing off my counter tops and dining room table. You don’t realize how much mail and magazines you toss aside, and how many Chick-fil-A coupons they give you when you donate blood you toss aside until you start siftin’ through it.
How many times have I eaten Chick-fil-A at full price, like some non-blood donating savage!?
And now my countertops are cleaner. Not clean, mind you, but clean*er*.
I think I’ve also got a couple Carter BloodCare T-shirts, too. Because of coronavirus, blood banks are running low, LuLuBell. I gave blood near the beginning of the year, so I don’t think I can do it again so soon, but it does feel nice to do something to give back to the medical community after taking so, so much.
In conclusion, LuLuBell, listening back to the origin story of your name, I did win an Edward R. Murrow Award for Use of Sound because of you, so kudos to you and your snortin’. After all these years, you’re still helping me. And I’m sure you were delicious.
Scaia
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