Quarantine Sunday April 5th

Time for a walk on the wild side.

But first, an update on the world. In Britain, their Prime Minister was admitted to the hospital due to the Coronavirus, and the queen addressed her country. Here or below.

It brought a tear to my eye, like my favourite grandmother giving us hope. I suspect the queen will outlive us all.

BC suspended the Horseshoe Bay Nanaimo ferry service. In other news, Orca whales are now happy they don’t have boatloads of people gawking at them.

Locally, gas is as low as 85 cents (Paz Fuels in Aldergrove). My goodness! Too bad I’m using the car about as much as I’m using my Thigh-master.

Inside our little house, we still missed our boys. I honestly didn’t think I’d miss them as much as I am, but there it is.

The big event for The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World and I was going for a walk. This decision was not taken lightly, but the weather looked great, and we just kinda needed to get out of the house.

Little did I know I’d get to live out one of my childhood fantasies. I got to be a badass.

See, when we walked along the sidewalk, everyone walked to the other side of the street. As a kid, I did this a lot to avoid being grabbed and given Indian arm burns or pink bellies by the bigger kids (hey, it was a different time back then), so I think I walked a little taller imaging this was the case.

Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World: “Are you ok? You’re walking funny.”

“I’m walking like a gangsta.”

“From West Side story?”

“Yup, just wait until I break out in song.”

We even made an entire family run and hide behind the cars in their driveway.

What badasses are we?

Ok, if I’m more truthful here, it was so good to see people taking the social distancing very, very seriously. Despite my fantasy, we crossed the road to avoid others as much as others crossed the road to avoid us. (Seems like there’s another joke in there somewhere, but I’m too tired to find it.)

No one stopped to talk, though we waved at everyone in a good-natured way. Like the queen would.

At the park, we saw a mom having a talk to her child about this crappy situation. She lay down in the grass beside him, her hand on his knee, his head down, a soccer ball in his lap. He seemed about 6 years old and looked like he was crying. My guess, playing with Mom wasn’t as much fun as playing with his friends.

We all get that.

It was a tender moment, though, the two in the center of an open field, alone, but together.

In another field, we watched a dad and his daughter play catch. Christ, she had a wicked arm and hurled that ball at the speed of light. She must have been The-Youngest’s age. About 13.

Again, both were alone, together, in the middle of a field.

Not my picture, but a cool one

We also saw a ton of painted rocks. Back in my day, we’d have called them pet rocks, but it’s a thing out here in Langley. Kids all around our neighbourhood have been painting rocks with inspirational colours and inspirational messages. It was so uplifting to see how many had been placed (though I hoped they’d also been sanitized), and all the other kids we saw on bikes or walking with their parents, stopped to look at each and every rock.

How cool is that?

Tomorrow, those in need can apply for Canadian Emergency Response.

Here. <—————

In the meantime, be safe, be healthy, and respect this new world.

About Joe Cummings

Aquarius. Traveler. Gamer. Writer. A New Parent. 4 of these things are easy. One is not. But the journey is that much better for the new people in my life. A life I want to share with others, to help them, maybe, to make them feel less alone, sure, to connect with the greater world, absolutely.
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