Michael

This Is Lockdown

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Back in March, I worried about the seriousness of the lockdowns. Would they ban travel? How would they do that? I was driving back and forth to Salem (about 60 miles south) every week. Would I be required to stay in one place or another?

None of that happened. I was essentially free to go about our lives freely. There was a lot, a lot, less traffic. That was pretty nice. No waiting at the intersection looking to the left and right, waiting for a break in traffic. It was there all the time now. Not that there was anywhere to go. But I could get there without issues.

Now we are in lockdown mode. The air quality is so bad that I don’t want to be out and breathing it. How bad? According to IQair Portland has the worst quality air in the world.

We stay inside where, for the most part, we can breathe without any complications. That is a lockdown.

There Was Snow

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I got up early, in the dark. I looked outside. And saw a light dusting on my van. Yes, it was like snow in January. Only this is on the side of the year when it never gets that cold. So it was the remains of trees, houses, and all the rest that forest fires burned up and that is the “fog”, our euphemism for haze from the fire. It was still dark, like in January, until later in the morning. And, like in January, it was a day for lights all day long.

Two Out of Three

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I am getting a bit inconsistent here. C’est la ca ca. If you have come here looking for more curiosity bits, well sorry about that.

But it seems that I get at least two out of three writing things done each day. Morning Pages, a personal, first thing in the morning. This blog and One Typed Page. If you don’t find anything from me here, go there. Check the link in the upper bar there.

And come back here. I’ll be back.