A little over a week ago I was looking toward our lift off
date of April 4th with a good deal of optimism that the current
national crisis will have peaked and be on the downhill side of the hysteria by
the time we leave. This morning I am not feeling as confident about that.
Northern Mockingbirds fight over mates. Black Bellied
Whistling Ducks are suddenly inhabiting the tops of the towering palm trees
around my RV. Red Winged Blackbirds are dwindling in numbers as are the
American Pelicans who have graced the surface of the Resaca on the other side
of the levee at the end of my street where I take my morning walks. They are
making their way back to Iowa. Saylorville Lake our summer basecamp will soon
be alive with their calls and presence. Spring is in the air and I am jealous
of the bird’s blissful ignorance of our human problems.
The park is emptying out quickly with those who still have
brick and mortar homes to return to after a winter of snowbird frolic. Many like
us are still here trying to come up with a game plan based on shaky,
quickly changing data. This is a scenario no one has ever really developed a
backup plan for since, nothing like this has happened in our lifetime. The
nation is paralyzed in fear and uncertainty. Campgrounds, like the one we work
at every summer are closed for the foreseeable future with no firm opening date
on the calendar. There are a couple of RV parks designed for full timers around
the area we call home, but they are so far unable to accommodate our fluid
timeframe. Today, I am hoping the RV park near our kids where we have a
tentative reservation through the third week of April will get a cancellation
so we can stay there until our job calls us to work. If not, we will be forced
to stay put for several more weeks.
Even without the uncertainty of a place to stay, protocol
dictates a quarantine period when we arrive back home to avoid the risk of
carrying the virus, unwittingly or asymptomatically from the RGV to Iowa. Most who left ahead of us have made it to their destination safely and are self quarentining. Others are
flying by the seat of their pants in limbo between here and their next assignment.
We joke about being houseless, but this
is different and a little unsettling to say the least.
We will assess our situation later this week and try to make
a good decision based on imperfect data. It will kill us and some of our loved
ones at home, emotionally to stay here beyond the 4th, but it may indeed
be the wise thing to do. I was talking to my son yesterday and he said, “Mom,
make your decision based on facts and not your emotions.” WOW! The reality that my sweet little boy is
now a 35-year-old man with a family hit me like a boulder. I wonder if he shuddered when he heard himself
say it to me and think. “Oh God, I just sounded like Mom”.
In the meantime, I’ll sit on my patio in deep south Texas
and watch the season change, watch videos of grandkids, look at pictures of
past family gatherings, and dream of when we are home and all this nonsense is behind
us and evolved into a story to be told around the campfire ten years from now.
Until Next Time….
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