That’s what I found myself saying to Luke yesterday. That was after I asked him if he would like something better than a cookie, a cue for him to go wild with joy. It means he’s getting a marrow bone to chew on, an activity that is fun for hours and means he isn’t bugging me for attention. Needless to say, our house and front yard look like a charnel house.
The count in the county of confirmed cases of coronavirus is still low, at 16 as of yesterday, with four deaths. However, that is more deaths than Oregon has cases, and it has shut down like Washington. It seems that since last week, we have about three more cases confirmed a day. Again, this seems like a low number, but my understanding is that they aren’t doing very much testing in our area. They’re probably reserving that mostly for Seattle. The Koreans got on top of their problem by ordering tests before the virus even came to their country and testing everyone constantly. They have only a 1% death rate, which is much lower than everyone else. But of course it would be really odd for our government to jump on anything. The local and state governments are reacting much faster. When Trump announced he had turned something over to FEMA, I just said “Jesus, help us,” and I’m not a religious person. But, oh yes, the tests are great, according to him.
I hear stories all over about sick people. My niece told me that half her friends in Battle Ground who were having play dates like normal with their kids while she was hunkering down are sick. And a lady posted on Facebook yesterday that a bunch of her church members were sick and some were on respirators. No word about if they got tested. Luckily, so far no one in my family is sick. The flu being in the area adds confusion to all this.
Wayne is worried about his oldest brother, who lives in Michigan, not because of the virus but because shortly before all this happened, he was supposed to be biopsied for lung cancer. He was a smoker most of his life, although he quit smoking a few years ago. When he went into the hospital originally for a biopsy, they found that he had another condition that they had to take care of before they could do that. He just had his biopsy yesterday, a bad time to go into the hospital. Wayne has been calling him every day.
Wayne and I have stayed home almost all this week. Just Monday, the governor announced a stay-at-home order that says you can only go out for necessary business and exercise. That’s basically what we’ve done the last week or so anyway. On Thursday, I went over to Christine’s and we walked our dogs and then sat outside to have coffee. The only thing that worried me about that was the fear that I could have something unbeknownst to myself and pass it on to her, as she is 80. So far, so good. While I was out, I stopped by the farm store.
On Monday, Wayne decided he wasn’t sick after all, helped along by the arrival of a new thermometer, which says we both have normal temperatures. I could never see that he had any symptoms of anything, although I realize that doesn’t mean anything, and he goes out so seldom during normal times except to run errands that it seemed unlikely he got anything. As soon as he thought he was sick, he stayed home. That day, he went out for the first time for a doctor’s appointment, because he has blood in his urine, so maybe a kidney stone or something, but no other symptoms. On the way home, he stopped and got gas and went to the produce store for fruit. Then on Tuesday afternoon, he took his temperature and decided he was sick after all. A doctor would still treat his temperature as normal (98.4), but he says for him it is high, and now he has taken to his bed. I have been through something like this so many times before that it’s hard to take seriously. I don’t know how many times he’s thought he’s had something and moped around for days and then decided he’s not ill after all. I just hope he isn’t ill this time, too.
We are doing okay for groceries so far, just because Wayne generally picks up things without know if we need them, which leads to a surplus of certain foods, or importantly, toilet paper. As a test, however, I decided to try Fred Meyer’s Clicklist function, where you pick out your shopping list online and then schedule a time to pick it up. My only problem was that when I tried to schedule a time, they were all full. My niece suggested I do it early in the morning, so I left my stuff in the cart and then scheduled it at 8:30 AM on Sunday. I got a 1-2 PM appointment today to pick it up. Of course, as soon as I placed it, I was sorry I hadn’t put a few more things on the list, particularly as it was difficult to get a reservation. Of course, we can always get up early and go shop during the senior hours, Monday through Thursday from 7 to 8 AM. My SIL Nancy reports that she placed an order by getting up this morning at 3:30 AM. I don’t know if it got that much worse in two days or if she is just over-reacting as usual. I think she is reading every virus article she can get her hands on and scaring herself. My niece has gone further for groceries than any of us. She was the one using the Clicklist, but this time she is actually ordering the food from them to be shipped to her.
The only thing we have run out of is all our treats. I have some popcorn left to pop, but we usually have a small stash of chocolate and salty snacks, and they are all gone. Every day I have considered baking chocolate chip cookies, and every day I have desisted. I am not being super rigid about WW right now, but I don’t want to undo all my efforts of the last two years.
Other than my trip to pick up my shopping, I may go hiking with Katrina and the kids on Thursday, assuming Wayne doesn’t have an actual temperature by then, and Christine and I are planning another dog-walking expedition.
We had gorgeous weather here most of last week. In fact, I took another picture of some of my daffodils, the very same ones that were covered in snow last Saturday. Two days later, they were doing fine. I also took a picture of Luke in the crocuses. My crocuses are gung ho this year. Usually by the time the daffodils arrive, they are about done.
The weather being so nice, I spent several days outside pulling up blackberry vines. They are all over our raised bed. Unfortunately, I couldn’t reach the ones that were high up but lower than the upper ridge, but we did a lot of damage to them. There are still lots more, though. I guess we should have been doing this every spring. I also got some dirt at the farm store last week and turned up the dirt in my raised gardens. I will have to go back to get more dirt, but I was able to prepare two sections of my raised garden and plant my lettuce greens and beans. This will be my third year to try beans, and I haven’t been successful, but the first year I did well with mixed greens of lettuce. Last year, I tried head lettuce, but no heads ever developed. By mistake, I find I have bought foot-long Asian beans instead of regular green beans. Oops!
Now our good weather has passed, and we have been in rain for the past couple of days. It’s supposed to snow today. It hasn’t so far, but we did get a kind of goopy snow yesterday for a few minutes. It was really coming down. It was too snowlike for sleet but slushy. It wasn’t hail. We had two storms of pea-sized hail the day before, one that was big enough to leave slush on the front porch for hours afterwards.
My sister, who is in self-quarantine because she brought her sick grandson over to her house (where she lives with my niece and her family) last weekend, says she’s been painting. I haven’t been so creative, but I’ve been enjoying myself this last week reading the third volume in Hilary Mantel’s Thomas Cromwell series. I just finished it yesterday. It’s a great book. Review to come in four to five months.
Now my family is going crazy messaging about particles of virus found on the cruise ship that were more than 17 days old. I bet some of them are going to start cleaning everything obsessively, if they aren’t already. I can hear my phone going ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.