Now is the time to become your overly-protective mom.
“Have you got your gear?” I call out to Mr. Nemo.
He does, though every day there’s something new. The CDC has announced that all Americans should wear masks in public.
I’ve heard for weeks that the stores are sold out of masks. If that is the case, where do we get them? Back in the day, Mom would get in the car and drive to Sears, Montgomery Ward, or Kmart for every last-minute need–even during flu season. Everyone is woefully unprepared for Covid-19.
I read in the newspaper that women volunteers are sewing masks for the health care workers. The techs and nurses in the Covid-19 test drive-thru seem to be wearing astronaut costumes, but my heart stopped with worry when I saw them. They are our heroes, and if anyone needs masks, they DO.
But now I am expected to sew masks. My God, am I Little House on the Prairie? Should I risk my life at Hobby Lobby to buy needles and thread? And am I supposed to tear up sheets with my teeth?
Mom and I didn’t sew, and despised the jumper I was forced to make for home ec. We–Mom, Grandmother, and I working together — got a B. And then went to Sears and bought an adorable readymade one.
Do you ever feel you can’t disinfect another doorknob? And are you ditzily squirting Disinfectant of the Day (Windex or Clorox or whatever is in the cupboard) on faucets, handles, tables, light switches, or whatever is in sight at the moment?
I run a (reasonably) tight lockdown, but excuse me while I dump out my drawers to see if I can find a needle and thread.
Let’s hope the stores get a shipment of masks.