Muh Muh Muh My Corona (virus)

2020 was a good year for me for a few reasons, but I’ve never been one to celebrate it. Catholic guilt and all that. Luckily no one in by orbit died from the damn thing.

 

March 18, 2020 was my last real office day at work.

I did a lot of work from home on alternate days already before then and the commute sucked. The beauty of the internet.

I continue to do most of my work from home with only an occasional necessary foray into market.

 

A lot of 2020 is a blur to me now. Little incidents stand out, like from the early days when any shopping trip was supermarket roulette as to what you could buy and I picked up a lot of chicken wings at a bargain price because the NCAA tournament was canceled. I remember golf because of the little donuts around the pins designed to keep the holes from spreading covid germs (a lot of complete lack of information back then), which led to the course rule that if you hit the stick, putt was good, which led to my best putting summer ever. I certainly remember that my son and his wife had to postpone their wedding four times until August 2021. But while I knew folks who got covid in 2020, none died or even wound up with long covid.

 

We had to postpone our 50-year high school reunion in Sept. 2020. We should have postponed it again in 2021, but the organizers decided to go for it. We had 45 people show up when it could have drawn maybe 200 in normal circumstances.

 

hometown spring 2020

 

I remember a local supermarket with a line was at least 300 yards long, but there were other places a few miles away with no lines I remember a watching a woman wipe down a wrapped up, whole chicken with Clorox.

I remember in the spring of 2021 being at a nursery buying a plant and the person working reacted like I drew a knife when I stepped towards her while I was masked and we were outside.

 

Hearing Wrap Up: “Must-Admit” COVID-19 Nursing Home Mandates were Deadly for Elderly Americans, State Officials Responsible - United States House Committee on Oversight and Accountability

 

To this day, I keep a half-dozen extra rolls of toilet paper on top of the cabinet in my bathroom. Just in case.

The non-obvious thing I remember most was having to start mowing my lawn earlier than usual, but trash pickups had been halted indefinitely. By the time they restarted, I had 23 bags of yard waste sitting in my driveway.

 

Throw in the 2008 Economic Crisis and recession and you got yourself quite a story to tell your kids.

 

I top off whenever I go to Target now, just in case. I'm going to be 80 years old, but I'll have enough toilet paper.

 

Eh, in an emergency you can always use newspa . . . er, never mind.