Bend remains a quiet little paradise situated between beautiful snow-covered mountains a half-hour drive to the west, and a vast high desert wilderness for two hundred miles to the east. Of course, we are mostly homebound because of Covid, but the access to Zoom and other amenities of modern civilization makes it tolerably interesting just staying home.
Strangely, for me at least, I haven’t had much time to catch up on my reading of the thousands of books in my house. And, there are lots of beautiful art books too, picked up over the years from library sales, garage sales, used book stores, but I can’t even find the time to scan them these days. It’s hard to believe that I’m too busy trying to figure out ways of beating the Covid, but that’s where my fussing around bound me to be.
I was going to post some ways to make better anti-Covid masks and visors that I’ve been toying with, but that requires making a video with the proper props. Just talking about making a face mask out of a 1.75-liter plastic beverage bottle isn’t as interesting as showing how to do it. And showing how to make a respirator mask with a one-way flapper valve requires the right props for a video.
Now that I’ve said it, it is obvious how you can make them. Also, they aren’t going to end the pandemic, but they might help you personally, dear readers and valued commentators, to avoid catching and transmitting it. Of course, my best idea, and one that would end the pandemic if it works, is to get a lot of people to wash their nose as well as their hands a couple of times per day with an ordinary soap such as Dove.
I do have an ordinary person-to-person extended human conversation every day. That can be with strangers at the local dog park, or with long time friends over the phone or with my life companion on our twice-daily twenty-minute walks. Also, I feel it’s important to do something for the public good every day, even if it is only picking up a piece of random street litter, or if I’m lucky to interact with a cat or dog or to call out to some birds somewhere along our way and to pause and listen to nature speaking when the human noise has abated for a moment. On our way to the dog park, I paused to take this picture of the rhubarb in my front yard garden growing towards its intended destiny. Rhubarb chutney being savored in my mouth.
To remain human it’s important to be human for a while every day.