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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Feeling old…

 

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It goes by different names.  Coronavirus or…COVID-19.  References to this bacterial invader flash in front of us everywhere, on newscasts, newspapers, social media and in just about every conversation we have.  Who has it, knows someone who does and, of course, all the Who’s from Whoville are panic-stricken, fearful of becoming infected…and at any moment!

The focus is on older people, especially those with compromised medical conditions.  That kind of puts me over on that side of the room, except for not dealing with any health issues.  Still, I fall into that “older” category and having family suddenly chastise me for doing what I do, daily, now has become a touchy subject.  Hey, I’m the parent still and will stand my ground as being the one who takes care of everyone else!  I don’t appreciate being sent to my room and being told that I can’t leave the house…I call bullshit!  I’ve made it this far around the sun, relatively unscathed, and I’m certainly not looking to challenge the powers-that-be by jumping onto some cruise ship or heading into Manhattan to go shopping.  A lot of good either might do me since the streets of the Big Apple are almost deserted at present and I absolutely despise any idea of being packed like stockyard cattle on some inflated floating hotel with three or four thousand possible carriers of the Bubonic Plague.

Yes, I’m somewhat cranky at this point, watching and waiting to see how this current virus does manifest itself and how much its progress will impact my life and everyone else’s.  Like so many of us, I need to work, I almost like to work, and now, facing any type of quarantine situation as this virus progresses doesn’t promote a cheerful countenance.   Countenance.   I despise that word, by the way.  I’ve disliked it since it was put under my high school yearbook graduation photo.   Like, couldn’t the yearbook staff have come up with something a bit more…creative…back then?

Whatever.

Give me a major winter snowstorm, I’m one hell of a happy camper.  What’s better than being home for a day or two looking out at nature’s beautiful landscape covered in white?  This current situation and how it’s affecting everyone, some to the point of insanity, is presenting an extremely stressful scenario from coast to coast and beyond.  Really, people…toilet paper shortages for an upper respiratory affected virus?  And, why is toilet paper ALWAYS on the hot list for people to clear from market shelves during any emergency?

Okay.  I’m done.

Seriously, and from the heart, my thoughts and prayers go out to everyone caught in the growing web of this virus.  Aside from sharing my combination, feeling-old/somewhat whiny, rant over what’s affecting each of us, I hope that everyone does what’s necessary to stem any advancement of COVID-19.  The more we follow the stated directives, the sooner this virus will depart.

Hopefully.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop…Write about something that makes you feel old.

 

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