France is Closed, But Floribama is Open
As I write this, France is shutting down for the second time since March on account of the ‘ol Coronavirus. In the greater Paris area and 8 other regions, bars and cafés are closed, and a curfew from 9 pm – 6 am will begin this Saturday night.
Of course, this is due to an uptick of COVID-19 cases and hospitalizations. There are now as many or more patients filling ICU beds than the previous high in April. Having said that, the all-time high in March was like 10 times as many as right now. So, I guess we’re just trying to get ahead of things, which makes sense. Kinda?
This is your epic Friyay, Frenchies! Make it one for the books.
In the meantime, The Hubs and I drove 17 hours from Pennsylvania to Florida during the last few days. We picked up an RV trailer in Chattanooga, so we can spend the next week in the Florida panhandle visiting my oldest son. He’s a bomb builder for the U.S. Air Force. I saw him yesterday for the first time since Christmas.
Since Christmas. It’s been 10 months since I’ve seen my child. That’s by far the longest we’ve been separated, and during the absolute strangest of times. To all the Moms whose kids are deployed or stationed in faraway places, I can’t even imagine how you (will) feel the first time you see your children after, what, a year? 2 years? I feel you.
But let’s talk about the panhandle. While I found it shocking upon arrival, it didn’t take me long to settle into this Floribama Normal. You would think that Coronavirus has been completely eradicated. Masks and social distancing are a thing of the past. Last night and this morning, The Hubs, Blaise, and I ate dinner and breakfast at indoor restaurants. The doors and windows were sealed closed. The tables were all occupied. No one wore masks. Well, in the grocery store, most of the employees wore masks. About one-third of the customers did.
It’s really weird. But I mean, I’m not mad at it. (Tonight, we are grilling at our campsight.)
Back in March and April, I wrote many times that America was following a few weeks behind Europe in Everything Coronavirus – infection rates, hospitalization rates, closings, curfews, and lockdowns. So based on France’s new quarantines, and what I am seeing here in Florida, it’s time to stock up on your lockdown supplies, my friends. Get your toilet paper while the gettins good.
If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time, you know I’ve been prepping since January. Which is, of course, the time period around which people are saying we were told the Coronavirus wasn’t a risk here in America. But if you didn’t think it was a risk, regardless of what was being said by anyone with political or journalistic power, you weren’t thinking for yourself. Anyways, I have a respectable supply of rice, canned goods, and Krimpets. And I don’t care who calls me crazy.
You guys, I’m spending the next 10 days in a camper trailer. Clearly, I am crazy.