Every picture tells a story…

I knew, we all knew, it was coming.  Just how bad it might be?  Totally another story.

For several weeks, the media went from sharing random news releases to one major shitstorm concerning outbreaks and assorted factual, and less objective, network-opinionated, coverage.

Most of us took the impending virus onslaught in a cautionary stride, focused more on hoarding toilet paper and hand sanitizer.  In fact, I did a screen shot of a joke that I found a tad amusing.

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Most of us still scurried about, sans any masks, and convinced ourselves that we probably had COVID-19, in some form, earlier in the year.  We looked at other communities and the rate of infections there, figuring that would never happen here! Reality quickly set in once states and local governments set forth their mandates closing various businesses and issuing stay-at-home orders. 

My final day of employment was March 21st and, as I put the key in the door of the salon, I made a few mental notes of what to do next.  At the top of that list was a stop at the supermarket where a certain amount of hysteria was already in place as I rolled into the parking lot.  I thought to myself about how long this modified quarantine might last, two maybe three weeks at best?  I shopped accordingly and headed home, ready to shield my family from the rest of the world, mostly from… “the virus”!

And…I started cooking.  Somehow, when I combine my anxiety and energy in the kitchen, good things usually happen.  I hit the ground running, ready for almost anything during what I thought would be just a brief time off from work.  As my, world famous, meatballs sizzled quietly on the stove, I snapped a photo to share on social media.  I remember thinking to myself that this unexpected “vacation” wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing.  Who doesn’t enjoy some free time at home to delve into unfinished tasks?

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That…was two months ago.  Almost nine weeks.  Sixty-three days as of this post.   I won’t break it down any further into hours, minutes and seconds. 

I’m certain you get the picture.

 

 

 

workshop-button-1 From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop:  Show us the last picture you took BEFORE quarantine. Write about that moment/day.

I cheated here because, other than the sarcastic Meme, I didn’t have any opportunity to take photos leading up to the “quarantine”…I worked right up to the last moment.  Frankly, even while those big fat meatballs were lounging in the saute pan, I was one of “those” not taking this virus situation that seriously.  Hell, I’ve been through power outages, hurricanes, major snowstorms…how bad could this pandemic be?

Enough said.

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  1. John Holton says:

    I’m about ready for this quarantine stuff to be over with. I’m stuck in the house enough as it is.

    • Patty says:

      I think we all feel that way, John. When I get out to run an errand, I\’m like a mouse peeking out of its hiding place, looking to see what danger lurks ahead.

      Other than going for a ride, it\’s not much fun venturing out to a store as an escape.

  2. madamdreamweaver says:

    The meatballs look great. I was making bread–until I ran out of yeast. But yay, I found some in stock again finally, so I’m back in business.

    • Patty says:

      There\’s been a big yeast shortage here since this virus moved-in. Nice that so many have been making bread though this epidemic. A nice memory to look back on.

  3. Kat says:

    How dare you share a picture of those delicious meatballs without recipe instructions! Your prep for “the virus” is so familiar to me. Crazy that we’re all in this together in every state!

    • Patty says:

      I would be honored to share my recipe. A little bit of this, a LOT of that…it changes everytime I make them!

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