Monday, April 27, 2020
Journal Of the Plague, Er, Covid Month
[“Let Inga Tell You,” La Jolla Light, published April 29, 2020] ©2020
JOURNAL OF THE PLAGUE, ER, COVID MONTH
Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, all the public libraries are shutting down tomorrow until further notice. Fortunately, the La Jolla public library is open for four hours on Sundays. It was like the Luddite Fall of Saigon. My 25-book library queue is in limbo. And seven were already “in transit!” Fortunately, they were letting people take out up to 40 books each. I grabbed 20. I've already determined that 10 of them suck. Going to start reading very very slowly.
The new “dealers” are Walmart or Costco connections. A friend’s daughter who works at Walmart scored me a 24-roll package of toilet paper. It’s Cottonelle and waaaay better than the prison-quality stuff my market was rationing.
My hair stylist texted that they have been shut down. In two weeks, she notes, we’ll know what everyone’s real hair color is. My husband shrugged, “What does it matter if we have to stay home?” I said: “I want to look nice for the ventilator guy.”
As I was filling out the census form that came in the mail, my husband suggested that given current COVID predictions we should maybe hold off a bit. #superstitious
March 26 :
As hard as it is to get right now, I'm predicting that toilet paper is going to be the new zucchini. People will be leaving it on their neighbors' doorsteps in the dark of night just to get rid of it.
Read recommendation that even family members in same household should maintain distance. If my husband and I have to stay six feet apart, one of us will have to sleep on the floor. #wontbeme
Shelter in place has just been extended to April 30. This is why we needed a woman president. Hillary would never let the nation’s roots grow out.
My bread-baking husband assures me that as long as we have bread, we won't have to eat the dog. (Lily does not like this joke.)
April 1, 2020
All this flip-flopping is making me crazy. Don’t wear masks! Wear masks! Wear gloves in stores! Don’t wear gloves in stores! Bring your own recyclable bags when you shop! You will not be allowed in a store with your own bags! Get food delivered! Delivery just puts other people at risk in your stead! It mostly attacks old people! The highest group of patients is middle aged! Don’t hoard! There will be shortages down the road so stock up! Gaaaah.
I ordered a digital thermometer three weeks ago from Amazon but was just notified they will not be able to provide it to me in this lifetime. Such is people’s desperation that they tend to click on anything that says “In stock – available now!” That’s how my neighbor accidentally ended up with a meat thermometer and I barely avoided ordering one for ovulation.
I'm genuinely annoyed that Governor Newsom seems to be getting professional haircuts. If the rest of us have to look like muppets, why not him?
I want to get one of those tests to see if you’ve already had coronavirus so I could wave that piece of paper at the self-appointed COVID police and say, “Get outta my face, b--tch! I’ve got antibodies!” #coronafantasies
The news is so relentlessly awful. People are starting to get mean. Some days I’m ready to tape a DNR to my back and go lick shopping carts.
You’ve heard of the “freshman 15?” I’ve gained the Coronavirus 6. But that was just in the first month of “sheltering in place.” I wish my refrigerator could shelter in a different place from me.
Crappy news flash of the day: Air conditioning can spread coronavirus. Wow, just what everyone in the world wants to hear with summer approaching. Experts suggest “opening windows.” Won’t that let coronavirus IN? 100-degree heat = sweltering in place. #COVIDhumor
I’ve cut down my news watching to five depressing minutes a day, all of it a soul-crushing variation of: (1) more people died (2) more people are going to die (3) 75% of the population has applied for unemployment benefits (4) we are headed for a worldwide depression that will ruin life for even our grandchildren’s kids (5) your retirement funds are history (6) your best hope if you’re old is to die soon of something else so you aren’t hogging the respirators, and (7) the coup de grace: it’s an election year.
As I walk around my neighbor in the late afternoon, I pass moms with their kids trying to have them burn off some energy before bed. They're often carrying covered coffee cups and stage whisper from their masks, “It’s not coffee.”
April 22: I think my hair outweighs me.
Re-purposing desperately-needed haircut into all-natural face mask
Revised schedule for week of March 30
They wouldn't accept my hair version (above)
New legal tender