My New Normal

The media says we're at the 100 day mark in the virus pandemic.   Call it a little over three months since the world shifted into a new normal from what I'm beginning to recall as The Good Old Days. 

Aside from my morning walk, sitting on my balcony, driving in my car, I now wear a mask everywhere.  I made my own mask from a bandana and 2 rubber bands to hook it over my ears.  The mask lives in my car next to a pair of rubber gloves.

Life is beginning to reopen on my island... hotels are now accepting reservations, stores are reopening under strict guidelines of "no mask, no service" and other limitations.  The local government (which in previous years enacted bans on plastic bags and plastic soda straws as harmful to the environment) is now enforcing a plastic cutlery only rule for local restaurants/bars.  I shake my head at the contradiction.  I'll continue to eat at home.

My new normal isn't much different from my old normal.  Perhaps I was preparing myself for the change without knowing that change was coming.  Who knows?  I mostly limit my interactions with the outside world to trips to the grocery stores, post office, laundry, and infrequent stops at the flea market to replenish my book supply. 

About three weeks ago I wrenched my lower back - doing something stupid, which won't be repeated - and was confined to my apartment because of my very limited mobility.  I was grateful to be living in a small space, and having a full freezer.  Now that I'm fully recovered I'm glad I'm able to be out and about, but happier at home.

Stay safe.  Stay well.  Wear a mask.

Penny Pincher