Collage from this weekend and chronicling…
I like that word – CHRONICLE. Especially for this pandemic time: “The Coronavirus Chronicles”
I think that I am done with the first collage. It’s called “The Choice.”
Still working on this next one, called “Illustrated Question Box.” They are related.
Then this one is at the beginning stages. I found a battered, nearly illegible voter registration card in the parking lot of the Chapel Hill Library. The graphic in the middle is from an 1886 political booklet, “Hood’s Political Points.” It interspersed advertisements for Hood’s Sarsaparilla with facts and figures about the candidates for president and vice-president in 1886 and a few other charts about congressional pay but most of it is really about the sarsaparilla, baby. This working title is “100 Doses, One Dollar.” I think it will be the beginning of the Coronavirus Chronicles. Thinking as I write now.
I have lots of 19th century magazines and maybe it is time to get them out of my mother’s cedar hope chest and do something interesting with them.
At work we are all scurrying about uploading files to the cloud and getting prepared in case we have to start working from home.
It’s pretty weird. I would be paralyzed with worry if it didn’t seem so surreal.
My friend’s husband’s condition hasn’t changed much. He is still in critical but stable condition. She’s still in quarantine.
I listen to what the local nurses say, and they say that it is here but not being tested. They have seen it in the ERs and tested for flu and it wasn’t flu. Hopefully testing will ratchet up soon and boy howdy then we’ll see the numbers go up.
The soup that was on order didn’t get here. I got an email on Sunday night saying that it was damaged in transit and I would get a refund. Of course, it is not available to reorder now. Guess I will make some chicken soup and freeze it in small containers. I still have a couple of cartons of chicken stock.
I guess I’m not surprised at this government’s response since the people in control think that everything is about business, and NOT preparation for disasters or long-term planning or helping sick people, but executive orders don’t mean shit to a virus.
Wondering whether we should go to the lake Easter weekend. My brother-in-law has a heart problem.
Maybe I should get a refill on my Xanax.
Too bad this coincides with major allergy season. Nobody knows what to think about their dry cough and sore throat. I get this every March.