Tuesday, March 17, 2020
Everything is blooming, but because I have the remnants of a cold I cannot smell anything. The pear tree that Matt got me had lots of blossoms.
Gandalf.
So on Sunday I was feeling stir-crazy so I went on a walk. The nearby rich people house has a nice mural. I liked this hummingbird detail.
Hummingbird.
I stopped by the corral at the end of my street and said hello to the friendliest horse, who wanted his head scratched. I found a handful of barley to give to it, which the horse appreciated.
Pasta, sauce, and Mexican foods are mostly gone.
There are signs up telling people they could only have two of certain things like milk.
I had to go twice today to get a month's worth of medicine. The second time you could feel the panic developing. The couple in front of me had probably twenty cans of canned pasta. I ended up buying a bag of flour and yeast. Even though I am not supposed to eat much carbs, let's see if I can make bread or pizza dough or maybe cookies. I dread what life will be like in a week or two.
After watching a trench being dug in the morning, I worked at home the rest of today, finishing most of a report. This may become the new normal for a while, although honestly I find it difficult. Mainly because Ruby, Snowball, and Buddy Cat are needy.
Pear tree.
Before I had the cold I went over to Matt's and played with cutey Gandalf, who lives to have his tummy rubbed.
So on Sunday I was feeling stir-crazy so I went on a walk. The nearby rich people house has a nice mural. I liked this hummingbird detail.
I stopped by the corral at the end of my street and said hello to the friendliest horse, who wanted his head scratched. I found a handful of barley to give to it, which the horse appreciated.
Horse.
Birdy has done a remarkable job in my yard. Lots of flowers. This was a surprise, a beautiful poppy.
Poppy.
Towards the back there is a big penstemon.
Penstemon and cactus.
And of course while all of these things are going on there is the pandemic. Every day it gets worse and worse. My non-profit museum is now closed. Today the City of Tucson is closing restaurants (take-out allowed) and bars.
My local Safeway is still fairly well stocked. No toilet paper or paper towels, potatoes, and as of today virtually no rice or beans.
Paper aisle.
There are signs up telling people they could only have two of certain things like milk.
I had to go twice today to get a month's worth of medicine. The second time you could feel the panic developing. The couple in front of me had probably twenty cans of canned pasta. I ended up buying a bag of flour and yeast. Even though I am not supposed to eat much carbs, let's see if I can make bread or pizza dough or maybe cookies. I dread what life will be like in a week or two.
After watching a trench being dug in the morning, I worked at home the rest of today, finishing most of a report. This may become the new normal for a while, although honestly I find it difficult. Mainly because Ruby, Snowball, and Buddy Cat are needy.
