Wayfarers, navigating via their smartphones. Wet-haired people, running for the bus, joggers, school kids loading up in the family van. Women in black dresses. Ubers, schooling for prey, circling, ever circling. People I see every morning, walking who knows where. All seen through my front window. Or they used to be. Even the crows and ravens seem to be self-sequestering.
As it gets later, I see a trickle of people apparently not getting or taking time off from work, heading for the bus. One or two people walking their dogs. One Uber. A trio of young women ignoring the precautions and headed for Starbucks. A fellow in scrubs, with a pastry and a Starbucks, probably headed for St. Mary’s... A man heads to the laundromat with a basket of clothes.
A number of people begin to show up carrying shopping bags, headed to Lucky’s to see what’s in stock. Several query each other (from a safe distance) - is there any toilet paper? I have two and a third rolls...
Few cars, street cleaners, Recology trucks. Recology driver waves to a toddler, walking hand in hand with Mom, who smiles. Toddler is unimpressed. Fred Flintstone strides by...
‘Fred’ is a large man, an apparently career homeless guy, always seen around nine am, marching to wherever, flesh burned dark, talking to himself, dressed in a tunic with a ragged bottom, just clearing the knees. His clothes are all Homeless Gray-Green. I don’t know how they all find clothes that are the exact same color...
Fred knows nothing of Self-Quarantine, but he's been Socially Distant for some time now...
Fred knows nothing of Self-Quarantine, but he's been Socially Distant for some time now...
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Daily patterns are eroding. Hit the snooze button twice this morning, although I’m usually up before it rings. Why shower - I’m not going to see anyone? I showered yesterday and I’ll shower tomorrow (probably), so I won’t unduly influence anyone at the Lucky’s... Should I bother to meditate today? (I did, sitting ten more minutes than usual as I set my phone to zero disturbances, forgetting that meant alarms as well...)
I have no excuse but to do housework...
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