Diary of a “Late to the Party” Gal: Part 2

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Day 9. Will this nightmare ever end? After reading all the posts on Facebook, I don't know whether to be placated or alarmed. Today I learned that I should be leaving our groceries in the garage for three days, then bring them in and sanitize every thing we've bought. This does sit well with the Queen of the Couch Potatoes, although it does with the Queen of Procrastination. I can have more than one title. Just look at all the royals in England.

Anyway, I'm not sure I have the energy to sanitize all my food. Twenty seconds of scrubbing one grape is a bit much I'd say. Doing a little research since I have so much time on my hands, I discovered that raccoons don't wash their food as we've always been told, but there are some pigs in the Basel Zoo in Switzerland that do. Who said pigs are dirty? (Told ya I have too much time on my hands.)

Day 10. After watching the video posted by a doctor on YouTube about sanitizing everything, I'm afraid to go grocery shopping again. I also read that we shouldn't even bring packages into our houses until they've set out in the sun for several hours then disinfect. Does anyone honestly think packages left outside would survive several hours before the porch pirates strike? What do they care about this nasty virus? They're scoring free stuff. Dang. This is getting way too serious for me.

Day 11. I spent the day searching for videos on how to make face masks for David and me. There are so many to choose from it was hard to decide which one I'd be able to duplicate. Exhausted from my quest to find the easiest pattern, I thought of putting off any decision making until tomorrow.

Since I have enough fabric, etc., stashed in my craft closet to stock a small store, I was able to find everything I needed to make a few masks, which was a good thing since our fabric store is closed until further notice. I knew my hoarding would pay off one day. The hunt wore me out, but tomorrow's another day.

Day 12. I spent this day trying to sew and watch videos at the same time. The lady in the video said she could make one mask in about 10 minutes. It took me 2-3 hours. Either their directions aren't very succinct, or I'm slow. Maybe a little bit of both. I decided to take a break and play around on my phone a little bit. I changed my Siri voice to a Australian male.

Day 13. I'm going to make a few more masks – or else. You know you're getting seriously bored when you start threatening yourself. "Or else what?" I ask myself. "How would I know," I answer. Can anyone say "Stir Crazy?"

I decided to take a break and watch the news. Big mistake! Everything is "Coronavirus, coronavirus, coronavirus!"

News Anchor: "Wash your hands. Don't touch your face. Keep six feet away from everyone."

Americans: Buy all the toilet paper, paper towels, and hand sanitizer.

News Anchor: "NO. I said, wash your hands. Don't touch your face. Keep six feet away from everyone."

Americans: Buy all the toilet paper, paper towels, and hand sanitizer.

Day 14. I'm beginning to understand our dogs' behavior whenever they make a run for an open door. I've found myself, nose again the glass door, wondering if I can beat the dogs out the door and get to the mailbox first.They may start noticing their food bowls getting a little lighter—no more leftovers for them.

Day 15. The local stores are trying to be helpful to us "oldsters" by giving us our own shopping hours. That seemed like a good idea until I found out we're expected to shop at six or seven in the morning. Are they kidding? Who the heck gets up early enough to get dressed and go shopping that early? (Unless you're shopping at the big box store then I guess getting dressed is optional from what I've seen.) Anyway, I sure don't get up and around that dang early.

So, as usual, I'll get to the store in time to observe all empty shelves to toilet paper, paper towels, hand sanitizer, etc. Luckily, the pop and wine aisles seem to be safe from the hoarders, so "Yea!" although I suspect the wine aisle may start dwindling as people stuck at home find they need a little fortification to get through the next few weeks. As usual, I'll wait and see which means by the time I get to the store everything will be sold out.

My "Late to the Party" gal status is safe.