A friend said something funny to me the other day, they said we’re about three weeks away in Los Angeles from seeing what everyone’s natural hair color is. As you can see, mine is gray approaching white. Speaking of which, I also have to hop on YouTube to see how to cut the Mister’s hair — there’s no way to keep six feet away from a hair stylist.
I was thinking the other day that my grandparents were teenagers during the flu outbreak in 1918. They were in their fifties when their kids went off to fight in WWII. I turned 60 about a month ago. About a week ago, as the news got ever more ominous I finished a down-to-the-molecular-level cleaning of my house (not really, but one has to have goals). I froze three quarts of homemade chicken soup, and then I started to think of planting a victory garden. Yes, poppets, we’ll be doing some pandemic planting. Goodbye lawn, hello zucchini. I figure I can share with the neighbors, because as you might know said squash is damn prolific and if you don’t pick it young it will grow to a size that you can hollow out and row down a river.
Happily I can report that people here are behaving like they do after an earthquake. Seeing what they can do to help, listening to health advisories, looking out for one another. On my walks people give each other a cordial distance, they say hello from their front porches, and in the market we chat from six feet away.
Friends have texted about donating supplies to hospitals and holding online performances.
Which is not to say I haven’t been brought to tears with worry — we all have. Yet one of the things that has been kinda miraculous is social media, it keeps us in touch and informed.
Oh, and here are a couple of links beyond The New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, and the Washington Post (all of which have their firewalls down for Covid-19 coverage) that you might not have known about:
Be safe, be well, and if you like let me know how you are. In the meantime I will attempt to get my act together and read that novel online like I promised over Christmas.