Nextdoor neighbor with broken fridge can't get repair done till the fan they ordered arrives, five days.
So I cleared space and he came over with some stuff he won't need before the repair. Left it outside. Looked as if he'd sprayed with sanitizer. So I brought it in with gloved hands, stored in the bottom, unused fridgedrawers, shut them. Washed gloves on hands, washed hands. The new normal.
Then he texted me for a shopping list since he was going anyway. He even scored toilet paper. I washed the fruit in a bit of detergent, bowl of water. Other stuff for freezer. I wonder if the virus survives freezing. That would be nice.
Later other neighbors from across the street came with fresh-baked banana bread, left outside, and an offer to shop. Other friends texted. Son texts every morning anyway, always has. And we message in the evening. So I'm pretty well supervised!
And my lovely letter carrier, wanting to save my walk to the postbox, left a package on the step, complete with personal note.
I will write about the contents of the pkg in https://beautifulmetaphor.blogspot.com in a bit.
Meanwhile a squirrel doing acrobatics to get the little thorns on the wild cherry tree, what's left of it. They only like the thorns, eat them all winter after the fruit's gone. Does any naturalist reading here, we have a few, know what's the attraction? My researches have yielded nothing.
Pictures today not great for various reasons, but you blog with the pictures you've got!
