Nine weeks into the coronavirus shut-down, I’m wondering — do I need a haircut? What would happen if I just let it grow…and grow? Read more.
Barbara's Sheltering At Home Journal
The deadly COVID-19 had arrived in the San Francisco Bay Area, and county authorities were telling us to shelter at home. Husband Jon and I were pushing 80. We were definitely in the at-risk group. So we hunkered down in our house on the hill. To work off my ever-increasing anxiety, I did what writers do – I wrote. The result: this Sheltering at Home journal.
My Coronavirus Nightmare — I’m in a Crowd of People and I Forgot My Mask. Sheltering at Home Week 9
My psyche is no slouch. It’s keeping up with current events, and it’s invented a coronavirus nightmare to match the times. Read more.
At 78, I Still Have a Lot of Living to Do — Do the Deciders Care? Sheltering at Home Week 8
I’m 78 and I still have a lot of living to do. But I’m feeling marginalized by the coronavirus deciders — corporate leaders, power brokers, TV pundits. Read more.
Hallelujah! Our Porta-Potty Is Back. Construction Work Resumes. Sheltering at Home Week 8
Work on our remodel has been suspended for weeks. So, as construction work resumes, a porta-potty out front is a sight for sore eyes. Read more.
I Let the Maytag Man Into the House. And I Here’s What I Learned About Human Nature. Sheltering at Home Week 7
Plumber, handyman, Maytag Man, flood abatement guy. Four service people came into our house this week, bringing help and simple human kindness. Read more.
Dead Washing Machine. Leaky Water Heater. Do I Let a Plumber Into the House? Sheltering at Home Week 6
Two major appliances have bit the dust at our house. How many people will be coming into our house to repair them? Will the coronavirus come with them? Read more.
I Miss My Friends. But I Miss My Acquaintances More — Sheltering at Home Week 5
I miss my acquaintances. I miss the shopkeepers, the women in my Zumba class, the friends of friends, all the people who know me, but don’t know my name. Read more.