Is it still too early to hope for an end to the COVID Life? I’ve thought we were done with this at least three times before. Are we entering a new, lingering, “Age of Despair? ” or can we hope that we’re about to emerge.
I don’t know.
Getting on with it post-COVID life is going to be different from pre-COVID days. We’ll be carrying masks for the foreseeable future. Maybe forever (does it really matter?) Ditto for hand sanitizers and signs on the floor marking 6 ft separation. We’re not embarrassed to ask someone if they’ve been vaccinated and if the answer is “no,” we tend not to hang together. Working from home is here to stay, even though home for some of us is a transitory concept.
There’s so much we don’t know about this virus and its various mutants. For example, why is it statistically safer to be in Mexico, India, or even Brazil than it is to be in the U.S. and most of Europe? Is it because populations from poor nations can’t afford to move around? Is it because they live a more outdoor life style? Is it because they know that if they get sick, their health systems won’t help them so they take extra care? This is more than an intellectual exercise for us as we plan on going to Australia, South Africa, India and most of Europe in the next six months. How do we mitigate the risks? All I will say is that staying home isn’t an option.
As I write this, KR and I are in our regular RV park in Puerto Vallarta riding out mild cases of COVID (and/or the flu). I’m starting to come out of it while KR is about midway through. This is easy stuff compared to others, but its still painful, energy-draining, and time-consuming. I try to think about the other 326M cases and 5.5M deaths (and counting) globally, and tell myself to shut up, smile and get on with it.
Which is what we’re trying to do.
We’ve been in PV for about two months. It was sad leaving NoHo ( North of the Border Home) but at the same time we were anxious to get to SoHo (South of the Border Home), driving our MoHo (Mobile Home). I went through my first winterization with the Laguna house and feel like an old hand now. It’s now prepped for winter. I traded my Mountain Man boots for flip flops. I miss the boots, but there’s something to be said about flip flops: ).
We haven’t found our rhythm here yet. It’s tough to settle in because we rent often – and therefore have to leave — as I’m loath to turn down the extra money. We’ve spent half our SoHo stay either at friends homes or in Thor as a result. We have another month or so and then we’re out of here again, so maybe feeling displaced is our new norm?
We’re Triple-Vac’d, masked up and ready to go! First stop is LA followed by an NGIN trip to Australia and surrounds. Then I need to be in West Bengal India for NGIN. In June KR and I are off to Africa for a bike tour and in mid-July we leave for a TWO AND A HALF MONTH BIKE TRIP THROUGH EUROPE. We’re back in New Mexico early October and then to PV in January ’23. ISH: )
There’s been something really good about the last couple of months that I appreciate anew– hanging with friends. Our best times have been with new and old (as in meeting them, not chronologically) friends. We’ve met some great new friends in Sandia Park (Curtis/Laurie, Chuck/George, Arthur/Joze) and feel really lucky to have met each. We’ve spent some really really good times in each other’s homes over a glass of wine or two. We had a great great three day weekend with Cindy/Petey at the El Rancho Hotel in… Gallup NM. We haven’t seen each other for months and months so it was good to catch up. No sooner had we put our bags down in Corona and Steve/Rita came for a visit. Steve and Rita were our neighbors in Hollyridge and this was the first time we got a chance to spend time together in years…maybe a decade? Anyway, we picked up like we were still next door. Then, on a whim, we caught a plane to Florida and spent a couple of weeks with Sammy/Jill in Bradenton. Just a great great time. We even found a little time to see my sister Judi in Titusville.
If you can believe it, plane travel has gotten worse! Additional fees for everything are the new norm; checked bags, carry-on bags, picking one’s own seats, boarding before Group 8, electrical sockets, food beyond a bag of peanuts and we’re not even into the “Main cabin,” Economy Cabin,” “Premium Economy”, etc. People are downright grumpy elbow to elbow, all masked up. The only light is that someone must have gotten the memo about airports — they are on the rise. Houston is our latest discovery. I don’t mind hang’n in Houston’s airport for a couple of hours as there’s food, drink, wi-fi, electrical outlets and shops with everything you need, even if way over priced.
We’ll keep you abreast of how things unfold. Here’s our world in pictures