I didn’t go out at all today. My son
refused to visit for breakfast, as he fears he is a carrier of COVID19 because
of his public-facing job. He doesn’t want to infect the old folks. I am touched
by his concern, but also feel that we could have monitored his health status
had he been willing to show up. He is single and has no one to look after him.
I hope he is doing what we are doing—watching TV and movies.
Today we watched Irma LaDouce, a 1963 Billy Wilder film. Starring a young Shirley
MacLaine and a not-so-young Jack Lemon, it was cute, but too long. Maybe
tomorrow we will watch Jack in How to Murder Your Wife.
Hubby (aka OLGS, or Oldest Living Graduate Student), did
venture out briefly to work on his woodpile and thence to CVS to pick up some
meds. When I suggested that we could have them delivered, he demurred, saying
he wanted to take a walk. When he returned, he told me that he had not
interacted with anyone and had used the self-checkout to pay. I usually hate self-checkout
but may learn to tolerate it in the current crisis. Trying to avoid human
contact is not only social distancing, it’s isolating. We will see how long we
can keep it up.
Today’s other activity was decluttering, something that we
have been doing sporadically for a while. Today, we got rid of some papers, including
a 1983 British road atlas, some old financial reports, and a letter informing
OLGS of his paltry 2017 raise from the University of Wisconsin system.
Not a huge haul, but if we do a little bit every day, we might
have a smaller footprint in a few months. Maybe this enforced seclusion is a
good thing. Without it, I would certainly find an excuse to do something more
interesting.
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