If I'm going to survive this Pandemic mentally, I'm going to need to figure out a new daily routine. I am proud to say that I actually rode my exercise bike this morning before starting my work day. I don't know about you, but I feel healthier already.
How are YOU doing? How has your life changed so far? On a good note, I've learned not to waste food or paper products anymore. I don't think I'll start stockpiling like people did in the Great Depression, but who knows; I'm always a wild card.
Every week, I easily order groceries online for my parents. That was before the grocery world exploded. This week, I placed an order on Sunday night and the first available pickup was today at 10:30 am. Going outside of my house felt dangerous and illegal. Thankfully, I never had to get out of my car. Even so, I still felt a little contaminated when I got home.
With the weather in the 80's again today, I spent several hours working from outside.
It wasn't long until I heard a lawn mower in the distance and, sure enough, my dad was cutting his grass again. Not only did he cut the grass again, he got the lawn mower stuck in the mud again. Unless God sends a miracle cure for this Corona virus soon, my parents' yard is going to be scalped.
From my office window, I saw Kevin and Daniel get Dad's lawn mower out of the mud. If I zoom in on this picture, you can see Daniel cutting the grass. Later, I noticed that Daniel was sitting in Kevin's lap as they cut the grass together.
Dad decided to sit outside and get some sun. He told me that he wanted to get an early start on his tan this year because last summer, his legs were "snow white". As of supper time, his legs were snow red. I doubt he is going to sleep well at all.
Dad joke of the day:
Rana made a really nice supper for my parents tonight of roast beef, mashed potatoes, cooked carrots and macaroni and cheese.
Dad: I wonder if she made this in the crack pot.
Mom: It's called a crock pot
Me: Mom...he knows.
62+ years of marriage and she still doesn't get his jokes.
I'll leave you with this picture of my family circa 1979 or 1980. My brother and I have the same haircut.
You'll survive the pandemic. As a bona fide germaphobe, you're already on top of ways to avoid germs--enough that you could give lessons to the rest of us. I'm gearing up mentally for my next trip to the grocery store. When I see all the shelves denuded by people who are hoarding everything under the sun, my blood pressure reaches for the sky. I think some people must be preparing to spend the next few months in underground bomb shelters.
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