I seldom hear planes now. Traffic has died down. The snowmobilers are out; I suspect that they also have them in the hinterlands. Sad to say, we’ve had little to no communication with our neighbors in the past few years. Now, even less. We do see Kirby who lives down the road. He stands off in the trees (he’s felling them for some wood related project and firewood) but he keeps his distance. It is as though those who ordinarily are keeping their distance are keeping an even further distance.
We are now being required to further maintain social distance, in hopes of keeping the virus from spreading. Some of us can easily do this. Others, such as health care workers, are not as lucky. I feel for those who work in the Mat-Su Regional Care emergency room. If it were me, I’d bow out.
I’m glad I’ve had EMT training. But this is not a profession that I would now want to be in. Altruism only goes so far. Those people who do decide to do this kind of work should be admired because they are putting their lives on the line.
I am not complaining. Rather, I’m just making some observations
The biggest change here is that Pete’s now at home more than before. The past few meetings that he’s attended have been online. And he’s doing his coursework online. The best part is that commuting time is now spent at home. Today, we first took Tyra and Hrimmi for a walk around the loop, in order to test the wind waters. Then we took Tyra and Raudi down road and out on the snowmachine trail loop. They were both glad to get out. If it stays cold, we’ll be able to ride them on the trails this week.
I am making progress on Forks. I am going to have to call those I interviewed, for an afterword, and get an update since the time frame is two weeks in 2017. But I can do this. It’s just not something that I enjoy doing.
Next: 89. 3/30/20: Revisiting the White Highway