Post #17 — Dispatches From Florida

Lee writes from Florida:


I just saw these parrots on my morning walk. First time I've ever seen them here. Maybe they're scouting the territory for when all of us loud and disturbing people finally move on? At least my town (bordered on one side by the Gulf and the other three by the much larger town of Clearwater has finally imposed meaningful close-down rules - which has resulted in a noticeable increase in the cars still parked around the apartment complex. Might people be beginning to pay attention? I surely hope so. And just now, I heard the county is imposing a 10 pm curfew - don't quite understand what good that will do, other than perhaps help more people pay attention I suppose. The bars are already closed.

I sent my cleaning person her money anyway (thank you Zelle) after telling her I thought we should pass on this week's appointment - she told me "everyone is cancelling" and she's really frightened. Wonder whether she'll be eligible for some help from the bill they're passing?

Otherwise I remain tempted but not succumbing to the lure of grocery stores and my fishmonger.

Also, from Florida, my Aunt:

I have to go from one store to another to find milk. I use only Lactaid, you have to go very early to find it if it's there and you get one bottle, and I can,t get up that early .I have two bottles left.
 
I just paid $41 on line for two loaves of the gluten free bread I use. The company is caught in the virus mess and can't produce.

The snow birds who went home came back and who knows if the virus is with them. But we live in Trump country so it may not be so bad,

If you'd like to help can you send me a lactose free cow?




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