I can’t believe it has been 12 days since I last posted! Seeing as I have a lot of time on my hands, I have no excuse not to write.  I am slightly freaked out by the number of infections, increasing as they are despite the lack of adequate testing.  Four days ago, 256; three days ago, 328; two days ago, 413; yesterday, 525.  The number is posted on ma.gov at 4:00 pm daily.

I have been somewhat careless in going to A.C. Moore which is closing, not once but twice.  Two days ago I went and came home with a carload. I paid $83; the receipt said I had saved $1,139.00.  Today I went again, taking the RV only because I discovered a flat tire on the Equinox.  I spent $34.73; the receipt said I saved $1,215.63. It will take me days to sort everything.  Fortunately, I have a system, so it may take less time than I thought. There will be no excuse not to have made plenty of atock for fall craft shows. I also picked up my Girl Scout cookie order.

Two new, major projects: get the tire fixed on the Equinox, and have someone in to fix one (maybe two) non-functioning sumps and a crack in the basement floor that feels soft, that is, as though there is nothing underneath. The house is built on reclaimed swMp, and I have learned, in the 18 years I have been here, that I am only a few inches above an underground lake, and have underground streams on two property lines. A perimeter French drain (third one in 18 years) and three sumps can’t do the job.  Not sure what’s next.

Other projects: organizing the library, craft room, and wood shop; sorting my wood restoration projects; going through my exercise stuff, which is gathering spider webs and dust in the basement.  At least one collection of free weights is gone; my nephew Cody picked them up today. I have been catching up on many small things, like packing my RV, even though travel is restricted, and hanging a coat rack, and cleaning. Yikes, cleaning: even my dust bunnies are wearing fur coats!

i have had several hours to sit and think about the coronavirus. Because of the kidney transplant and anemia, I suspect if I needed intubation I might not be a candidate.  It’s a sobering thought that I might not be around long if I get sick. My end of life plans are all made; it seems rather grim to think I may use them if I fall victim to the virus.  On the other hand, I have always been a fighter.  I am not afraid.  I worry for my friends and neighbors, many of whom are compromised in one way or another.  I worry about camp, and how everyone there will do, if they will even go this year. I plan to create a big garden, so that I can share what I grow.  I can’t think of anything else I can do.

Life so far is tolerable.  I miss being with my friends.  The two dogs and the cat are my constant companions, which is very comforting. I am waiting with bated breath to see what comes next—like the cat who ate cheese, then waited beside the mousehole with baited breath! Ha! Sorry, they don’t get any better….

Stay well, everyone.