Checking In

Still copacetic over here. It actually looks so every day normal that, but for the news coverage of what is occurring elsewhere, you’d hardly understand the seriousness of what is happening.

There are a few signs something is going on ─ The Pain Cave is still closed, but construction workers are back on the job at that corner site. The market is fully stocked, toilet paper/paper towels and all, except not on the shelves.

For some odd reason, toilet paper and paper towels are stacked up front and center ─  as you enter the market, and a worker is stationed there to dispense those items.

I didn’t see a "limit" sign, but the worker must be stationed there for a reason. I’m thinking to prevent hoarding by dispensing one or two rolls of each.

Another small sign something is amiss is that eggs, not limited last week, are now limited to one.

Last Week

This Week

Other than that, the neighborhood is chaos free.

The office is still closed off and evidently some of the seniors are not having it because management put out yet another notice. This one to reiterate "Office staff and maintenance are not available during this time due to mandatory closure. Please do not knock on office doors at this time".

ROFLMAO! I’ll bet dollars to donuts this notice is meant for one person ─ Apache, who’s probably been banging on the door to make contact because Community Manager won’t take or return Apache’s telephone calls.

Not many neighbors are out/about and, of the few that are, I see an increase in the wearing of masks and gloves.

With landscapers not allowed onto the property, during this shutdown period, the grass is growing wild.

By the time landscapers are allowed back in, it’s going to look like a jungle around here.

BTW, I took that photo of the grass yesterday, when I was returning to my unit after picking up mail, and I just noticed it captured The Seer, off in the distance, standing on her patio.

My eagle eyes can see a little dot, which is she, appearing on the other side of that bench but, to make her more readily visible, I cropped the image to focus on that particular area.

The patio on her unit gives her a clear view of the pathway leading to/from the mailbox and many times in the past, she’d tell me, "I can see everything going on over there from here".

So clearly, she saw ME ... was looking right at ME.

I waved.

She didn’t wave back.

Still looking my way, I gave it a second try ─  waved again.

Nothing.

Okay. If that’s the way she wants it, so mote it be. I'm done waving and yelling out a friendly "hey". 

So that’s it for how things are going on in self-isolation at this end. I miss my trice weekly training sessions. Sunday’s hair appointment with the locktician was cancelled ─ the shop was ordered to close and I'm already seeing signs of cancellation of an appointment at the nail salon (also ordered to be closed).

A nail clawing its way through. LOL.