Monday, April 27: Postal mail has resumed, but still nothing from either Kathy or Wanda (who were going to mail me masks) nor no stimulus checks. I’m not holding my breath for either!
Emily and I have a routine now. I take her out for our “walk” up and down the driveway and I manage to look in the mailbox while I’m out. Today I took my Kindle out so I could read while the van was running and Emily had a “snack” of a freeze-dried lamb lung.
Wednesday, April 29: Today the back doorbell rang and I thought it might be one of several packages that we are expecting. But, no, it was Barbara from next door. She pointed toward the back of our house and said it looked like the furnace was about to explode or catch on fire at any minute. I walked around to the back but I couldn’t see anything that remotely resembled a furnace. She pointed up toward to top of the house and said, “Up there!” Where she was pointing was at a spot near the top of the outside wall that was dirty. Yeah, our trailer needs to be power washed! But there’s no furnace up there, no vent. Victor was yelling at her from the street. I pointed toward the side of the house near the back door and said, “That’s where our furnace is!” Victor was saying, “Well, I know where our furnace is in the back of the house and all these houses are built alike!” Idiots.
6:30 p.m., Alex on Zoom.
Friday, May 1: The face mask from Kathy Buhler in Montana arrived today! It was postmarked April 17–a full two weeks ago! And it did NOT show up in the USPS Informed Delivery. Go figure!
Saturday, May 2: Lisa texted me at 10:30 and said they were on their way to our house. Fortunately, I was up, having coffee. I cleaned up Emily’s poop in the living room just before Lisa rang the doorbell. It was a Mother’s Day care package, including a mask and personal hand sanitizer for each of us, limeade for Linda and lavender lemonade with stevia for me, zucchini lasagna, cauliflower rice, and homemade vegetarian soup (see photo above). I gave her a sack of empty and washed containers that I had been accumulating. When we got out to their car, Alex had to go to the bathroom, so he came inside to do it. Then he wanted to hold Lola’s purple pig (“Patricia”), after it was duly wiped down with a Clorox wipe, but he didn’t want to let it go and had a meltdown. It was heartbreaking!
After they left, there was an empty feeling in the house, much like the feeling I remember having when my cousin Carole came with her dad, my Uncle Phil, to visit on a weekend and then they left and the house felt very empty.
Thus ends Week 7.
