Friday, March 6, 2020
Olga and I found these hardy primroses on our walk Wednesday, growing in a crack between the curb and the street. I am always impressed when a flower takes root in such an unlikely place.
I tried to get Olga to pose with them, but she seemed uncertain. I think she thought she was being punished.
Our washing machine woes have been sorted out. The repairman returned Wednesday evening with the new door latch and installed it. No extra charge! Generous indeed, but we did pay a fair amount in the first place to get him to come out on a weekend for his initial consultation, so maybe he took pity on us.
Anyway, I've done two loads of laundry and I'm more or less caught up. Olga's dog towel was so gross I couldn't bring myself to wash it with the rest of our stuff, so it's going to require its own cycle. All this mud!
Have you heard that even dogs can apparently get the coronavirus? Good grief. The number of cases in the UK continues to climb. There are contingency plans for closing the school if necessary, although I'm not sure what purpose that would serve -- would we be closed days? Weeks? Until the end of the school year? It seems to me we have to continue leading our lives as normally as possible while taking sensible precautions like washing our hands.
I'm planning on following through with my trip to Florida in early April, unless the airlines or health authorities have other ideas by then.