Something is missing. Oh yes, I remember now, normality.
Military helicopters fly overhead to ensure we get the full apocalyptic feel.
Duolingo, yoga meditation.
Today, with Level 5 suppression reduced to Level 4 we are invited to town to pick up some medication from the pharmacy, and some aligners from the dentist. This is the first time we have been into town in 41 days! Our normally traffic-heavy George Town has quiet roads, a runway under construction, and parking lots overflowing with unused rental cars. It looks similar to a post-hurricane landscape, but without the drama and destruction. This silent assassin called Coronavirus crept up and killed our $900m tourism industry and livelihoods, and we didn’t see a thing while we sheltered in place,
CI Gov Press Brief: 3 news cases, 2 from an unknown source. Cases 78. The island of Little Cayman has had it’s shelter-in-place regulations are eased.
Global News: in USA, Trump administration essentially admitted that they had done everything they could (or were willing) to do to contain the coronavirus and dampen its effect on the populace — and that the only thing left to do now was start getting back to normal and hope for the best. U.K. has most coronavirus deaths in Europe, 2nd highest death toll in the world. Scientists say a more contagious mutant strain has been sweeping globe.
On the dog walk we see a stingray resting on the shore. We bike ride, wave at the gay gentlemen and feed the stray cats. Then swim and relax in the hot tub.
“ Can we make sure we still do this after life has returned to normal?” I ask D
“We could always do this” replies D. “We just chose not to.”
Maybe somethings are missing from our normal lives that I don’t miss. Being too busy, for a start.
Tonight is Cinco de Mayo. We make vegetarian chili-sin-carne and tacos with all the accoutrements, fresh corn, sour cream, fresh salsa with local mini tomatoes in yellow, red and purple, green creamy homemade guacamole, crunchy tortilla chips; everything is arranged in a colourful display on the table. D starts making the margaritas, squeezes 5 limes, brings out the Himalayan salt, then realises the Patron tequila is gone. Simply vanished. Lime, salt and soda ain’t gonna cut it on May 5th. D texts B to enquire about the whereabouts of the missing tequila. B responds quickly.
“Wasn’t me. Ask A” says B.
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