September 2020
September 3, 2020, Thursday morning.
It has been raining the last few days here in north West Virginia and the humidity is up pretty high. We’ve been staying home except to do curbside pickup of groceries and occasional drive-thru. Like everyone else, I wish life could get back to some semblance of normal. To actually go into a store and leisurely shop seems like a treat now.
We have not been into any type of store since mid-March and our only recently foray to get the first of two shingles vaccine shots caused palpitations and a quickness of breath because we had to enter the pharmacy and wait for a few minutes as we filled out paper work and waited to get the shot. Instinctively move away, back away from people who don’t social distance and there were a few inside the store who, though wearing a mask, did it half-assed at best, leaving the nose uncovered.
Back in Florida, at the condo, a bunch of the men got together on Tuesday mornings to go out to local eateries for breakfast. We were an odd assortment of old guys but it was a way of sharing and communicating, learning about each other and in some cases, becoming new friends. A few of us shared a commonality in the Viet Nam experience which is a special kind of bond after 50 years.
Wife and I liked shopping at Home Goods stores. We always found something that tickled us, a little piece of tchotchke to set on a shelf or table. BTW there probably a hundred spellings of tchotchke but I prefer the yiddish.
Although writing in this time of chaos has been hard, I did finish a piece of non-fiction that was published in Oyster River Pages. Link here.https://www.oysterriverpages.com/subsidence