April 9, 2020 – Pandemic
There is much to write about but not much writing in me.
While others have been inspired to write poetry, to give of themselves and find
great strength and new wisdom in this experience. I have none of that. I’m just
mostly trying to be sane and get by. Maybe something will come later. For now,
I’m just taking care of myself and Don and keeping my environment sort of
clean. To be sure there has been plenty to keep my busy. We closed up our house
in Texas, drove for 3 days and opened our house in Minnesota which does feel
much safer. The drive north was nerve wracking for me anyway. We had to spend 2
nights in hotels. We mostly ate food that we brought with us. We had to stop
for gas and use public restrooms. Went through a lot of Clorox Wipes and left
most gas pumps cleaner than we found them. Then we drove through winter weather
through half of Missouri, Iowa and Southern Minnesota. Made for a long day but
we were bound and determined not to spend another night in a motel. Brother
Dick traveled with us till Mason City. He was towing his little camper which
didn’t want to trail well so we mostly drove around 62 MPH. We were towing a
trailer too, so had to stop for gas about twice as often as we would have with
just the car. We made it and it’s been almost a week and none of us are sick so
it looks like we made it.
April 17, 2020
Today, I combed my hair when I got dressed because the
Culligan man came to service the water softener. I wonder how long it will take
whenever this is all over for me to stop washing my hands like I’m preparing to
perform surgery. My personal care has slacked off. There is no reason to wear a
bra anymore and I occasionally remember to comb my hair. I no longer bother
blowing it dry and try to bathe every other day whether I need it or not. I really haven’t left this house since we got
home except to go get the mail. Don, however, makes occasional trips to buy groceries
or to purchase materials for the construction project we have going on in the
basement to create a wood shop out of the dungeon area which is below our
garage. We have daily contact with our children and grandchildren (which now
number 3)
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| Jett - The big sister |
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| Andalusia Yseult Schlessman - April 7, 2020 |
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| Edith enjoying a spring day. |
The construction project is keeping us busy and providing us
a productive workout opportunity which they say is important when you are stuck
at home. It also gives us a chance to use our brains and solve problems which I
guess is also good for us and hopefully when we are done, we will have a nice
little shop to putter in.
The only company we have are service guys. So far, we have had
the cable guy who outfitted us with badly needed internet service and the
Culligan man who looked at the used water softener we are purchasing and proclaimed
it just fine. Next will be a refrigerator repairman because our refrigerator is
not freezing our food. These guys, of course, all create risk for catching the
virus. They make me nervous though Don assures me that I’m over reacting. I
hope so.
