How are you handling the forced isolation? Craig Walker shares a story he calls, HOPING FOR THE SIX FOOT RULE:
If there is anything that is going to save us during this present crisis, it is the six-foot rule. They say that we can save thousands of lives if we stay six feet from each other. I had to go to the post office today. As I drove on the freeway, I was glad to see that most people were observing that rule. Our cars were six feet apart as we drove 65 miles an hour. I pulled into the parking lot at the post office and found that mine was the only car there. At the counter there was no one---just a sign saying “ring the bell.” When I rang it, a post office employee appeared but did not walk up to the counter. She stopped six feet from me and ask what she could do to help me. I did bring an N95 mask with me, but forgot and left it on the seat of the car. She did not have a mask on.
In my hands I had a package for my sister. It was a print-out of my memoirs that I have been working on (and off) for the last two years. During this enforced idleness, I finally have had time to go through it page by page doing the final revision. It's high time that I did it. When you turn 80, you don’t have visions of sugar plums dancing in your head. You have a life time of memories that flood in and out. In order to preserve them for anyone interested, you naturally write them down. So this was a pretty important package that I was putting into the hands of the United States Postal Service.
The clerk asked me to step back to the sign and then she stepped up to the counter, exactly six feet away. She looked at the address, typed in her computer and then asked me to step up to the little monitor on my side and answer the questions, like does the package contain a bomb, etc., etc. When I stepped up, she stepped back. Then when I finished, I stepped back and she stepped up and did her thing; then I stepped up to verify the addresses and she stepped back, and then she stepped up and I stepped back. Then I stepped up to pay and she stepped back, and I stepped back and she stepped up. It was like a dance of mating Sandhill Cranes that I observed in South Dakota on the banks of the North Platte River, or perhaps like line dancing at a school for the mentally challenged.
When our ballet was finally finished, I thanked her, put my hands over my head in an arch, twirled as though doing a pas de deux and marched out through the empty lobby to my car with the N95 mask waiting faithfully on the seat. On the way back on the freeway, the cars were once again six feet apart.
Sitting safely at my computer at home, I turned on the radio and listened to the daily report of the Los Angeles County Supervisors. They said that out of an abundance of caution, they were closing all hiking trails and tennis courts. So now the citizens of Los Angeles County will have even less to do doing the isolation. Instead of going outside and being active, old people will be forced to stay home and write their memoirs.
Hiking is safe if you are at least six feet apart and the same with tennis. In fact, often tennis players are more than twenty feet apart. One would hope that they would simply order the six feet rule for those activities and not just mindlessly ban them. I wonder if the supervisors have thought how unhealthful breathing can be. I hope they don’t outlaw it. My take is that they are acting out of an abundance of ignorance, not caution.
Just 24 miles away is Corona, California. They are taking a bad rap for this coronavirus. Even before the isolation, business was down. No one wanted to go to Corona. There were even rumors that that was where the virus started.
The same false information affected Corona beer. No one wants anything to do with the word Corona. But on the internet, I read a hopeful blurb that Corona Beer might just cure Corona virus, because the more of it you drink, the better you feel.