I know one guy who has an actual survival bunker – underground with a year’s supply of food and water. I don’t think he has made the transition yet.
I know a couple of people who have been big on accumulating guns and ammo, like dozens of guns and thousands of rounds of ammo. If it comes to that, I don’t think one old dude and his wife will be able to stave off the Visigoths.
Yeah, it’s those reckless, licentious, insouciant, and senseless spring breakers partying in big groups at beaches that will move this thing along. Come to think of it, if I could have afforded it, I would have done the same fifty years ago. Doggone the virus, full speed ahead.
And there is no one left in America of the 25-45 age group who hasn’t scolded their parents about (gasp!) venturing out to the corner store. The wrath of the millenials – unleashed on aging boomers. Bah. Humbug.
My church is doing a half-dozen major food distributions the next couple of weeks. Ordinarily, I’d be in charge. I’ve been self-fired, not wanting to risk it. Hundreds of people will volunteer and probably a couple thousand will receive food. The show will go on without me.
Had a guy explain to me that this coronovirus stuff has been around since the 1960s. Been listening to too many talk show hosts, I think.
Chinese virus, Spanish flu…pandemics have always been labeled as “not us, not our fault.” We would be better off if we didn’t try to do this. Xenaphobes are easily stirred.
Our local Golden Corral, known occasionally as “The Trough,” is closed for now. I rather like it but dealing with the buffet crowd had already become unsettling to me.
Chick-fil-A is open, the drive-thru, not the dining room. The wait times are long even in normal times for the drive-thru. I wouldn’t think about it now.
I have yet to listen or watch any live streaming or podcast church services. Will hold out on principle until the uttermost.
The Metropolitan Opera is offering free live audio streams. A different opera every night this week. Tonight is Tosca which features torture, execution, and suicide along with some Roman Catholic stuff. That oughta brighten things up during these trying times. Actually, great art always does that. I plan to listen.
I’ve pulled all the weeds there are to pull in my yard. Need a new task.
I did a long walk at a nearby state park yesterday. Maintained social distance from the dozen other walkers I passed in 2 1/2 hours. Saw a common loon on the lake. Unusual and very cool. Was a Southern Baptist, I think.
One store near me has old folks hours where they ask younger people not to shop and let the wrinkly old dudes and dudettes in. I went by early but they were closed. A good old folks schedule would start about 5 am, not 8 am.
I’m getting free money from the gummit, am I? All these new Keynsians. I’m also doing my tax return this week, being aggressive in my boredom. Somehow it doesn’t look like free money.
Read an article about a group stranded in Casablanca. They oughta make a movie about that.
My cat is a master at social distancing. Doesn’t have to think about it.
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One day, things will be back to normal.
We’re “hunkered down” as well, William, though it’s a little easier to do in this part of rural Texas. 8 miles outside of the county seat (population 1,300 . . . . salute!), you can barely see us from the winding county road.
Our octogenarian neighbors delivered dinner to us yesterday; I guess they were concerned about us mid-60s elders.
I’m working on our response to the US Census. Taxes have been long done.
We managed to go through 45+ years of photo albums that we have moved from location to location, state to state at least a dozen different times. Some volumes had likely not been cracked open in 20 or more years. There was a lot of “who’s this?” and “have we changed that much?” A host of good memories, but a lot of items went to the burn barrel. No need for our kids to have to go through this kind of stuff when we’ve moved on to Glory.
All the jigsaw puzzles have been worked. And if the rain will cease, we’ll get the rest of the garden in.
Chased a rogue neighbor cow out of the pasture earlier this week, just to add a little variety to the day. To be so dumb, cows are pretty smart.
The local dollar store still has plenty of vienna sausages and canned boiled peanuts. They’ve posted signs of great promise: “TP will be in on Friday!”
Calls & texts have been shared, probably more than before with our adult children, grandchildren, siblings and aging parents.
And we’re try to do our part in helping our church make decisions, determine next steps and navigate what it will mean for awhile to be church, light, leaven.
Seriously trying to “be anxious for nothing? . . . in everything? . . . by prayer? . . . with thanksgiving?”
Blessings, brother!
Morning William!
Happy Tuesday, or is it Thursday? I can’t keep track anymore. Was pretty sure we were well into our second week, but my son says it was only 3 days or something. I was working from home before it was a thing, and the main way I figured out which day I was on depended on my kids schedules so I’m pretty lost right now. My work could probably capitalize on that if they had a clue, I wouldn’t know if I’m working the weekend.
If I try to wrap my head around the weeks and months they say it might last I can’t breathe. But in the meantime I’m enjoying having the family all home. I’m 3 for 3 days of playing ball with the kids out in the yard from my 2nd story window during my work breaks – I could get used to that.
Try out one of those recorded sermons. It’s alright. =o)
I doubt many of us in pastoral ministry have had much of a chance to hunker down yet. I’ve been holding meetings with deacons and getting our studio set up to record stuff. Honestly, it’s been WAY busier than if we were holding regular services Sunday. I am looking forward to a little normalcy – in 6 months or so.
As to the guy, coronavirus is nothing new. COVID-19 is. Honestly, people need to stop listening to the news (including FOX) and anything they read on Facebook.
The loon is a Southern Baptist and the cows have gone rogue, lol! I guess they haven’t come home yet….
One word for this hour is grace. I started thinking about grace after the post here about who was closing church and who wasn’t. One SB pastor I know posted a thorough but concise Biblical reasoning for their decision. I liked that.
Another note: many elderly are going to do what they’re going to do. Last to go will be hair appointments. Trust me on this.