Chronicles of the Virus Day 29
Happy Easter! Happy Passover! Happy Sunday!
At least today it dawned bright, sunny, and warm, even though the forecast called for showers. It's lovely outside and the orange blossoms smell like heaven should smell. The sun does make one's mood brighter.
So does news that contagions are going down. Bit by bit, but at least, down. Hopefully, by the beginning of next month we can be allowed to go out a little more than just to the pharmacy, the supermarket, or work.
My husband is going back to work tomorrow, we think. Because this is also affecting the economy, some small companies might not open tomorrow. There might be supply problems, at least at the beginning of the week. We'll see what happens.
I am becoming an expert in re-tuning our television. If not every day, every other day, when someone turns it on, it acts as if it's just been taken out of the box. I might ask a repairman to check it out after this is over. Or I might practice ax swinging.
There are bars that clandestinely open. And there are police patrols that are becoming experts in sniffing them out. There are also neighborhood snitches that call in summer residents that went out to their second residences to pass Easter. Police patrols have also set up checkpoints to stop long-distance travels. In some cities, those checkpoints have created traffic backups that made it seem the entire city was running away. The sooner the idiots who think this doesn't affect them stay put, the sooner this goes away.
There have been idiots who have abandoned their pets and then there are idiots like the one in Calpe, Almería, who abandoned his monkey. His tamarin monkey that is protected, and which trade is illegal. A neighbor saw a monkey wandering down the street and called the Guardia Civil. They came and picked up the monkey, but have no way of identifying the owner. Because, of course, the owner obviated injecting an illegal specimen with a chip with his name and address on it. I'm just waiting for the python to show up in someone's toilet. If cats, dogs, and a protected monkey have been abandoned, it's a matter of time before the stray serpent shows up.
My husband likes to go fishing, and every weekend he used to check the forecast for Sunday morning to go with a friend to the coast. But, it's not allowed now. However, someone my husband and his friend know, sent a picture of a sea bass he caught the other day. He hasn't been caught. Yet. Not like a group of friends that went camping and fishing at a reservoir in Girona. When the usual rural patrols did a sweep of the area, they found them with their tent set up, and an inflatable boat. Their trip will turn out to be more expensive than a weekend at the George V in Paris, probably.
Spanish police being as zealous in their duties as they are, even Christ would have thought twice about coming out today, Easter or no Easter.
Life continues.
At least today it dawned bright, sunny, and warm, even though the forecast called for showers. It's lovely outside and the orange blossoms smell like heaven should smell. The sun does make one's mood brighter.
So does news that contagions are going down. Bit by bit, but at least, down. Hopefully, by the beginning of next month we can be allowed to go out a little more than just to the pharmacy, the supermarket, or work.
My husband is going back to work tomorrow, we think. Because this is also affecting the economy, some small companies might not open tomorrow. There might be supply problems, at least at the beginning of the week. We'll see what happens.
I am becoming an expert in re-tuning our television. If not every day, every other day, when someone turns it on, it acts as if it's just been taken out of the box. I might ask a repairman to check it out after this is over. Or I might practice ax swinging.
There are bars that clandestinely open. And there are police patrols that are becoming experts in sniffing them out. There are also neighborhood snitches that call in summer residents that went out to their second residences to pass Easter. Police patrols have also set up checkpoints to stop long-distance travels. In some cities, those checkpoints have created traffic backups that made it seem the entire city was running away. The sooner the idiots who think this doesn't affect them stay put, the sooner this goes away.
There have been idiots who have abandoned their pets and then there are idiots like the one in Calpe, Almería, who abandoned his monkey. His tamarin monkey that is protected, and which trade is illegal. A neighbor saw a monkey wandering down the street and called the Guardia Civil. They came and picked up the monkey, but have no way of identifying the owner. Because, of course, the owner obviated injecting an illegal specimen with a chip with his name and address on it. I'm just waiting for the python to show up in someone's toilet. If cats, dogs, and a protected monkey have been abandoned, it's a matter of time before the stray serpent shows up.
My husband likes to go fishing, and every weekend he used to check the forecast for Sunday morning to go with a friend to the coast. But, it's not allowed now. However, someone my husband and his friend know, sent a picture of a sea bass he caught the other day. He hasn't been caught. Yet. Not like a group of friends that went camping and fishing at a reservoir in Girona. When the usual rural patrols did a sweep of the area, they found them with their tent set up, and an inflatable boat. Their trip will turn out to be more expensive than a weekend at the George V in Paris, probably.
Spanish police being as zealous in their duties as they are, even Christ would have thought twice about coming out today, Easter or no Easter.
Life continues.
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