We live on 10 acres in a rural area. We can go for a half mile walk to the end of our property and back, and stretch it out to a mile or more by walking on some of our trails. My son and daughter-in-law also live in a rural area and have neighbors more distant than ours. My daughter and her fiancé live in an apartment with a room mate, and they are in a common area just outside their door. The degree and method by which we isolate varies greatly.
One seemingly nice thing about living in an urban area like my daughter is that you can have fresh things and delivered same or next day. Unfortunately, many deliveries come to her apartment complex’s unstaffed common area in a different building, and one must go through many parcels to find your own. Not so nice.
We get our fresh produce now from Walmart, where I can order online and drive there – a 20ish mile round trip where I see rivers, cliffs, eagles, deer and turkeys on a regular basis. We stay in the vehicle and pop the back hatch. The food is loaded and we push the button to close the hatch. When we get home, I throw out some of the outer packaging and wipe a few things that either were likely handled and/or will be handled a lot during use before bringing stuff inside. I do the same for any deliveries.
My son and daughter-in-law work for a school district, as a network technician and a teacher respectively. Teaching is now done from teacher’s home to student’s home by some convoluted system that seems to concentrate more on assuring standardization over quality of curriculum. My son can not work from home, so he goes in to the school district every day. He is the only one in our family who still does this. And one of his tasks is to repair Chromebooks brought in by the district’s students.
Ensie’s work from home essentially hasn’t changed for years, except that now she no longer tries to go to the office once a week. She has begun sewing masks in her spare time and we are sending our first batch to a Chicago police woman with whom Ensie went to college.
That’s all for now. Please share anything you like about your special routines. Stay safe out there!
We were informed of a van service issue (a recall before it is a real recall) with the heater that keeps drinking water from freezing. This meant another trip to Forest City Iowa was necessary. Our appointment was 7:30 Wednesday morning, so we drove down to the area Tuesday evening and stayed overnight as the sole occupants of Pilot Knob State Park.
We self-checked in a few minutes after 7pm in the rain. The appointment was only 7 miles away and lasted only 30 minutes the next morning. We were back home by noon.
What type of town is Forest City, Iowa where our van was made and purchased? What is the over all feel, flavor or aura of the community?
Our trip is roughly March 20th to April 5th. Coronavirus has the potential to greatly affect our upcoming travel plans, but realistically we could probably contact fewer humans during our van trip than if we stayed home. We’ll see. A good cooler used in coordination with our van fridge means we could really travel with almost a two week supply of food, limiting stops to refueling, waste dumps and water fills, most of which require no human contact. Most of our campsites are prepaid, and most other sites now have self-pay ability. So if we continue with our upcoming trip, we will nix the “stay at a campground and tour the local community” stuff for the “stay at a campground, chill, hike and bike ride” stuff. As I’m in my 27th year of kidney disease and 26th year of immunosuppression, I’ll be sure to take things seriously.
I hope all readers are doing well.
UPDATE: After serious discussions, Ensie and I have cancelled all of our trip reservations. She’ll still take a week off to relax around here. We’ll attempt a big trip after this stuff passes.