The window's not moving..

It's time to revive this blog (from 2016 apparently!) I've been planning to do this sometime over the three months since we first left Folsom. I just didn't feel the creative urge then... and now, well, it seems more important to record the experience. These are historic times.

At this moment in time, the Coronavirus has brought the world to almost a standstill. We are in Lake Havasu City Az. We arrived 12 days ago and have watched this pandemic overtake everything in life. Arizona, in typical stubborn fashion, has refused to bow to the disease, but now it has no choice. Or you would think so... but in reality - nothing has changed here in AZ. Business as usual.

At our RV park, the seniors have discussed and dismissed the seriousness of the issue. They still gather for horseshoes, shuffleboard and bocci and maybe even cards in the community center (provided there isn't anymore than 6 folks in the center at anyone one time). Most feel it is happening "elsewhere" but not here. But the security guy - who usually roams around the park in his golf cart - hasn't been seen in a week. His motorhome and car has "caution" tape fluttering from the side mirrors. Although it has not been confirmed, it's pretty obvious he is in quarantine. I was told it was just a bad flu.

Our plan wasn't to stay here this long. But, the news at home gave us pause... and the weather hasn't cooperated. Sheltering in place in a motorhome presents its own issues. We cannot have 6 feet between us so we have resigned ourselves to the fact that if one gets sick - we both will. But, having unlimited wifi, sat tv, a washer/dryer and dish washer - makes it just like home. The dogs will disagree. At home, the dog door allows them free access to the backyard at all hours. In the motorhome, they need to get our attention. Jada does this by standing over you in bed and panting. If that doesn't work, a paw in the face with sharp toenails does the trick. At her age, 15, she needs to go out frequently. And she can't walk very far anymore. We need to get home so she can relax in her final days.

I'm a demon with the disinfectant. The counters/door knobs/switches/etc gets sprayed constantly. I wash my hands from room to room (remember, our "rooms" are connected.) We are armed with gloves to get fuel and hand sanitizer following every adventure out of the motorhome. We very much hope this keeps us healthy.