Sunday, Monday. Sunday I picked up a car full of boxes of food from a Food Depository event Sunday. Initially decided not to go, then went 1/2 hour before it ended. I was only picking up 1 box for my family. They still had 3/4 of a semi trailer full of boxes, at least 8 pallets of boxes they were loading back in the semi trailer, and about 5 pallets they were working on passing out. The pallets of food boxes were stacked 6 feet high. I don’t know at what point they started doing it, but they’d ask each car if they could fill it with boxes and ask the driver to share it with people they know who are in need or struggling. Being the good person that I am, I told them to go ahead. (My Buick had totes and a couple of boxes, so there wasn’t a lot of room.) I ended up with 6 boxes. On my way home I called my wife and asked her to call her friends and family to see who would be interested. We’re talking 1 income families. I started at her friend who lives near us and my son delivered 2 boxes into her house, then we went to the group home anticipating dropping off 1 for each floor, but my daughter said they could only take 1. We split the remainder with my father-in-law and brother-in law. I felt really good about helping them all out. I know her friend comes up short every month because she spends a lot on prescriptions. Also, the group home sometimes comes up short too because some staff use the food stamps fraudulently, for themselves. My father-in-law is retired and my brother-in-law is a school bus driver for districts still doing at home learning. The trip to help bus people escaping the fires in Oregon was cancelled, so he has not worked.
So, no good deed goes unpunished, right? My wife got a text when we were getting ready to leave her Dad’s, and all the color drained from her face. Her friend that we delivered food to was letting us know she tested positive for COVID-19. This is the same friend who is a denier and has gone to family gatherings, dining in at restaurants (that are currently not supposed to allow dining in), and has had lots of photos on Facebook of her at these events, not wearing a mask. My son and I wore masks when we delivered the food boxes, but her friend didn’t wear a mask. I expect my Orthopaedic doctor who I have an appointment with Tuesday will cancel. They don’t take any chances, which I appreciate. I don’t appreciate her friend’s cavalier attitude. Now my son and I can’t leave the house for 14 days. At least that’s what I found out on the CDC’s website. I will also call our family doctor Tuesday and see if he wants to send orders to the hospital for us to get tested (drive-thru testing) and find out what the protocol is when you are exposed to someone who tests positive. This will be my 2nd test. The first was negative and ended up being bronchitis.
I am not a happy camper right now. My son hasn’t said anything, but I can tell by looking at him that he’s freaking out.
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