“Life gets more exciting with each passing day” she said sarcastically. So many lines like that one come to my mind from song lyrics, though the song subject from which they come has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with what I’m writing about here.
So many lessons I’m learning in this adventure of “living and thriving in place.” Most recently I was simply minding my own business preparing to perch myself on the throne in my bathroom when all the lights went out. They didn’t seem to be coming back on any time soon so having completed my business I arose in the deep dark blackness of night to carefully exit the room, slowly walking down the hallway to my bedroom, then feeling my way over to my bed where I keep a light within easy reach for just such emergencies.
Having managed to not trip or fall, I then comfortably lit my way back to the living room. I learned from this excursion I need to strategically place some little flashlights around the house to augment what I thought were sufficient placements. Existing flashlights for my bedroom, one handily placed in my living room and kitchen (where I once experienced a similar sudden light loss) are insufficient.
Definitely, I want a flashlight of some sort in each of my other rooms, including my bathrooms. So, I’m acquiring several of those inexpensive little LED lights to use for just that purpose. In addition to always keeping my cell phone in my pocket wherever I go around the house, should I now carry one of those little flashlights, too? Lights can unpredictably go out at any time. During the worst of our fire season there can be more such incidents. Though this is an infrequent event, when the lights go out it can be dangerous, especially if walking has become a bit less secure than it once was.
Life has continued to be a bit complex with issues surrounding this Covid-19 virus only complicating matters. A specialist I was to see for a second visit suddenly retired. Efforts to obtain information or even reach a person with whom to talk, since my repeated messages left, go unanswered, have elicited no response for a couple weeks. This matter is yet to be resolved.
Recognizing I can benefit from some assistance at home, even if just temporary, I finally concluded after considering the virus spreading situation, to allow a person known to me to begin regular visits. After my helper’s first visit she phoned to advise recent L.A. County Health Department news reports of increasing virus infections leading to recommendations residents ratchet back their outside activities and to stay at home had given her concern. She had decided to stay home, so I was back at square one in obtaining the assistance I sought.
There has been an increase in the number of infected people in our city, two people have died. Our closest local area hospital is reported to be at 80% capacity with beds for Covid-19 patients but say they are well positioned to accommodate more, if need be, and to safely accept the general public with ordinary needs.
The only other person to spend time in my house since February was an AC/Furnace person to provide general service preparatory for our summer heat. I had my unit go down once during a heat wave and had to wait several days before service could be provided. Weather extremes don’t agree with me as well as they once did when I was younger, so I judged this visit a welcomed risk since he was masked and the area indoors he needed to see was limited.
There are more incidental issues with which I am dealing, all of which are time consuming, none the least of which is needing to complete my income tax forms, which infringe on time I might otherwise focus on blog visits, so please know I’ve not forgotten readers here.
Are those of you living and thriving in place learning any adaptation lessons, or have you encountered any unique complications aggravating your life because of this virus?