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vanillafluffy I've been merrily whistling, "It's the End of the World (As We Knot It) And I Feel Fine". The fact that I haven't left the house doesn't seem unusual. And thanks to my predilection for epidemics, I astutely stocked up on essentials LAST month . This is where Florida Man has it made--we've been prepping to "ride it out" for decades. I have toilet paper, canned goods, baked goods, four gallons jugs of water and a half-gallon of hand sanitizer. Plus, I'm reminding myself that unlike a hurricane, the roof probably won't be peeled off the house, the power ought to stay on and I've got antenna TV so if it's transmitting, I should get it; besides, I'm reasonably sure that epidemics don't have such drastic effects on the infrastructure.
I'm wholly pragmatic about everything. I figure I can stay hunkered down for about six weeks before things get critical. No, I'm not being extreme: I'm turning 60, have diabetes and a heart condition--and I remember all too well the last couple times something settled into my lungs, (That's part of what *gave* me the heart condition.) Some all-new super-strain that nobody has antibodies to? I'll pass, thanks. Due to that list, I'm worried for several people I know in Florida: Mb, SA and Red, all of whom are prone to serious health issues. And if we expand the zone of concern to encompass everyone I know who''s over 55--oh dear!
That goes for the weaving group--although since they're all grandmothers except me an LL, they're probably going to ride herd on the grand kids while the schools are closed, and since the libraries have been closed, I imagine the senior center will be the next to shutter. Eh, I can sit home and crochet. (No fancy stitches, just basic chain/double crochet, self-taught the summer we moved to Florida (1974, three days after 8th grade graduation, and what a goat rodeo that was! The movers didn't show up with our furniture for FIVE WEEKS. I didn't know a soul, and Central Florida in those days..there was ONE Chinese restaurant when we got there, and it closed about a month later. I got blank looks from my new classmates when I told them I really missed bagels. When I tried to define a bagel as 'a donut, but with bread', they looked at me like *I* was crazy.)
I had a bike, though--my folks got it for me as an 8th grade graduation gift a week or so after we got there, and I immediately started riding for miles, exploring. If it was raining, I stayed home and taught myself to crochet. There was a Woolworth at a shopping center a mile away, and got myself a hook and two skeins of yard, bright red and mustard yellow. After that, crochet is one of the crafts I've returned to time and again. These days, I'm making a throw of octagons.
Thanks to GK, I'm going to have something juicy to binge--because I'm pretty well stuck here! I asked her to please pre-invest my tax return in the complete series Baa Baa Black Sheep. That series was my joy in from 1976-78...namely the first season debuted the fall/winter after my mom passed. My dad and I bonded over that and M*A*S*H*...Looking at it now, with the perspective of an additional 40+ years, I can see it's the '70s looking back at the '40s with a strong '70s filter. The nurses, added in season two are trying for the magic of Charlie's Angels TOS, all have Farrah hairdos and wore super-short-shorts..
Anyway, I have a story in mind, but I need to guzzle some hardcore canon first;I figure that's what I'll be doing during the general quarantine. Along with crocheting, sorting clothes--ALWAYS!--crafts, cooking--the usual. (I do regret not getting any Thin Mints this year, but the Girl Scouts with have to do without me this year.)
Stay safe and healthy, my dears. I love you all.
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I'm wholly pragmatic about everything. I figure I can stay hunkered down for about six weeks before things get critical. No, I'm not being extreme: I'm turning 60, have diabetes and a heart condition--and I remember all too well the last couple times something settled into my lungs, (That's part of what *gave* me the heart condition.) Some all-new super-strain that nobody has antibodies to? I'll pass, thanks. Due to that list, I'm worried for several people I know in Florida: Mb, SA and Red, all of whom are prone to serious health issues. And if we expand the zone of concern to encompass everyone I know who''s over 55--oh dear!
That goes for the weaving group--although since they're all grandmothers except me an LL, they're probably going to ride herd on the grand kids while the schools are closed, and since the libraries have been closed, I imagine the senior center will be the next to shutter. Eh, I can sit home and crochet. (No fancy stitches, just basic chain/double crochet, self-taught the summer we moved to Florida (1974, three days after 8th grade graduation, and what a goat rodeo that was! The movers didn't show up with our furniture for FIVE WEEKS. I didn't know a soul, and Central Florida in those days..there was ONE Chinese restaurant when we got there, and it closed about a month later. I got blank looks from my new classmates when I told them I really missed bagels. When I tried to define a bagel as 'a donut, but with bread', they looked at me like *I* was crazy.)
I had a bike, though--my folks got it for me as an 8th grade graduation gift a week or so after we got there, and I immediately started riding for miles, exploring. If it was raining, I stayed home and taught myself to crochet. There was a Woolworth at a shopping center a mile away, and got myself a hook and two skeins of yard, bright red and mustard yellow. After that, crochet is one of the crafts I've returned to time and again. These days, I'm making a throw of octagons.
Thanks to GK, I'm going to have something juicy to binge--because I'm pretty well stuck here! I asked her to please pre-invest my tax return in the complete series Baa Baa Black Sheep. That series was my joy in from 1976-78...namely the first season debuted the fall/winter after my mom passed. My dad and I bonded over that and M*A*S*H*...Looking at it now, with the perspective of an additional 40+ years, I can see it's the '70s looking back at the '40s with a strong '70s filter. The nurses, added in season two are trying for the magic of Charlie's Angels TOS, all have Farrah hairdos and wore super-short-shorts..
Anyway, I have a story in mind, but I need to guzzle some hardcore canon first;I figure that's what I'll be doing during the general quarantine. Along with crocheting, sorting clothes--ALWAYS!--crafts, cooking--the usual. (I do regret not getting any Thin Mints this year, but the Girl Scouts with have to do without me this year.)
Stay safe and healthy, my dears. I love you all.
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