This has been the oddest week. Monday morning my mother and
I dropped off a quilt with the hospital quilters. On the way home we talked about
the hospital visitor last week who’d been tested positive with COVID-19. We decided
it would be safer to avoid volunteer work at the hospital until this whole
thing blows over. Just hours later, that decision was made for us. The hospital
volunteer program was suspended indefinitely. Over the next few days, nearly
everything on my calendar disappeared: sing-alongs at the nursing home, the
special needs activity program, Sunday church services, concerts and theatrical
performances, even visits to the library. I’d assumed we might be exposed to
someone who later tested positive, and then be told to self-quarantine at home for
a couple of weeks. It never occurred to me that we might simply run out of other
places to go.
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