Remember when we used to pack the car and travel across the open roads to Grandma’s house. All five kids were crammed in with Mad magazines, car games, cards, books, and hands that couldn’t seem to keep to themselves. Arguing, (constantly) “mom, he’s touching me,” or “dad, he won’t leave me alone,” used to drive the older people in the front seat, nuts!
Those days are over now (?)… I think the introduction of Corvid-19 and any other strange virus’ strain that’s working it’s way to a (oops, did I do that?) broken test tube and into the air stream will be changing the way we had lived. Six feet apart is extremely hard to maintain in the middle or back seat of a car when there is only one back seat and three children required to sit there.
The size of families will have to change. The vehicle families own will decide. Two will be the limit if the family drives a car, four if you drive a van. That rule will be applied for both mom and dad. I’m going to admit that this situation makes me a little upset, I’d rather be able to set my own personal space. I don’t care for material covering my face and I don’t need the government telling me how to spend my day. But…
It’s a new world and a new way of living. It’s not just America, it’s affected every country. So, if you can… stay at home, pester your cat, play with your dog, converse with your kids, and drive your spouse bonkers, it will make homebound nice. Join me!
In March 16th, Salt Lake City residents woke up at 7:09 to a 5.7 Earthquake. Buildings in downtown Salt Lake City lost bricks. Pictures fell from walls, items tumble over, and down from shelves. Over 30 houses were displaced from their foundations in the West Valley area, and walls came down in several buildings within the city. But at the epic centers; Magna, Utah, the old buildings that graced main street suffered the some damage.
Here’s the thing… hearts are already pounding against our chests. Stress is huge boulders sitting on our shoulders, and then… Ah, hello! Make the earth move under our feet and pictures shake off of our shelves because the Corona-virus isn’t enough. Lets throw an earthquake upon the nice people of Salt Lake County. It’s just what they needed. NOT!
I had finally slept in. The first time since the virus situation began. The bed began to move. Not gently, not like when the kitten jumps up to demand breakfast, or the dog takes a flying leap on top of me to say that a walk outside would be appreciated. This was a shake that told me something was wrong. The picture hanging on the wall above my head was actually slapping the wallboard behind it. Yep… that bad. I was up and dressed so fast, the dog would have been impressed except he was hiding somewhere else inside the house. He was scared out of his mind. 5.7 followed by over 200 after shocks, one 4.6 and a few 4.3, and on and on…
Dang happy when then came down to just a little shake and hummm