Since Mr xpurg8d and I are in our 70s (he’s closer to 80) we are staying home. It’s not that much fun, but our adult children are doing everything they can to make sure we’re okay. We are both fine and intend to stay that way, but it’s nice to know that we have that connection. I fear for the folks who don’t have kids or others who can shop for them or just check in once in awhile.
If any of you have elderly neighbors who don’t have family nearby, it would be excellent if you could ask if you can pick up something from the store and drop it off, etc.
My daughter and son-in-law are already dealing with our grandson’s school closing from now until April 13th, taking turns being home with him. They are lucky to have employers who encouraged telework and family accomodation (state employees). Normally the kid is with us every day after school and whenever school is out, but this time he’s protecting his grandparents by staying away. Thank heaven for FaceTime.
Let’s all try to be extra kind to each other while we ride this out.
The order bans non-essential gatherings of any size as well as non-essential travel “on foot, bicycle, scooter, automobile…
Why? And people all over the place ride bikes for exercise and run or walk.
Our two daughters, who live on both coasts, have both told me today that we need to stay home!
I laughed and said there’s no place to go.
The agency I work for gives assistance to the homeless, so we are considered an “essential service”. That being said, many of our staff will be sent home to work remotely. As my postion is considered “essential” (HR) , I still have to come into our office until at least the end of the week. After that, I may be working remotely.
Hahaha! You, too?
They love us.
Yup, and right after that text she wanted to be sure we had enough food. She made sure that her brother was also on that text. They do love us.
Sounds similar to what I’ve heard, too. I don’t want to die either. Tell her that you’re safe inside. Tell her that grocers restock overnight, and if the food runs low and you must go out for groceries, find out when the store opens and be the first there. Get in and out quickly. Either that, or first responders will start delivering food, and they’ll know how to do it safely while wearing PPE.
The idea here is to take the infection curve and move it from an exponential rise to linear and then tapered down. Stretch the plague well out. It might take at least 4-5 months or longer, but the idea is that if we keep the infection rate low enough, then the hospitals don’t saturate, and if the hospitals don’t saturate, then the survival rate in the elderly and those with contributing morbidity will be very, very low. We need to keep the infection rate low enough while our manufacturing capacity for N95 masks, sterile surgical gloves, health care PPE and medical devices ramps up.
The truth is that even after we end our seclusion, many will become infected, but they will survive because the health care system will have the capacity.
Nuclear fission is another exponential growth process.
That seems ill-advised, although come to think of it I imagine there are more than a few family members of alcoholics who’ll be happy not to be in lock-down with a drunk and a fifth of whiskey.
So, he switched from beer to liquor?
And what about the work of the people who decide what constitutes essential work and what doesn’t? Is their work essential?
Facebook … duh!
I understand that one can be converted quite readily into a french fry bobbing stand.
The hot oil is sure to kill any coronavirus.
You see? This is why businesses do so much better when there are CO-founders!
I understand that females can be carriers, too. Best to keep a safe distance from any carrier.
This is why businesses do so much better when there are CO-founders!
I’d be happy to found a business VID you.
I sure picked the wrong time to invest in a popup apple bobbing stand for farmers markets.
Dorothy Parker was late to a fall party sometime in the '20s, and when she entered she saw a group of people standing in a circle and bent over at the waist.
She asked her host what they were doing, and was told that they were ducking for apples.
Mrs. Parker replied, “There but for a typographical error is the story of my life.”