George Rebane
Today is HD51 for the Rebanes. As most people, we have been doing extensive Facetime with family and friends, and Zooming in for meetings. We also meet surreptitiously for dinners with equally hunkered family and friends. The rest of the time is taken up with household chores and deskwork. RR readers know what I’ve been noodling about. Jo Ann has been busy with her Republican Women Federated, NC Republican Central Committee, and Union editorial board work. My labors on the boards of MIM and SESF have been minimal since the C19 lockdown. And now that the weather guessers are predicting warm weather going forward as far as the eye can see, it’s time to get the farm going and the horseshoe court spiffed up for competition.
We are also participating in weekly online cocktail sessions with other couples. These have turned out to be more fun than we anticipated, and all of us look forward to the next week’s happy hours. So all in all, social life continues along newly created paths. We always have a fire going during the evenings which are divided into TV nights and reading nights. The TV fare is all prerecorded stuff of various series, new/commentary programs, movies, and documentaries. (Years ago, we pretty much weaned ourselves off of live broadcasts, everything gets put on the DVR – we pace the presentations, they don’t pace us. I suppose everyone now does that so it’s hard to see why advertisers still pay to advertise, unless some people still watch live TV.)
Today we had to make a trip into town for bags of soil and sand – soil for Jo Ann’s farm and sand for refurbishing my world-class horseshoe court. She gets the best manmade soil you can buy which contains all the nummies that her veggies want, including 15% chickenshit. Long ago we decided not to run the numbers on the actual cost of our vegetables – we’re not in competition with Safeway, but they are with us. It has turned out to be a labor of love and the pure joy of eating loads of home-grown veggies. We even enjoy the late night hunts for tomato worms with our UV flashlight.
But my big report of the day is that regardless of what our out-of-step governor dictates, the people of Nevada County are not staying at home. Traffic on the roads and Brunswick Basin was somewhere between normal and heavy. The nursery parking lot was so full with people coming and going that they had two clerks out there directing traffic. Picking up sand at B&C was no different. The entire shopping center’s parking lot was full of cars, and the store full of people. More than half the people were not wearing masks. It is clear that it is the people who have ended the lockdown – rural Californians are not waiting for the word from Sacramento. The only thing we are still waiting for is the county to get their jackboot off our necks and let the restaurants, bars, churches, and theaters open up for sit-down food, worship, and entertainment.
Sometime in the not too distant future I’d like to see some constitutional legal beagles from the Left argue the legality of the government’s peremptory shutdown and destruction of our economy and social life. From my perch, this has not been the finest hour for enterprising and independent America. And now the data is coming in from multiple sources overseas and within our borders that national lockdowns are wrongheaded and more dangerous, most certainly in the long run, than hunkering down. (more here)
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