Chronicles of the Plague Year #1

March 24, 2020

The Everloving and I finally left our self-isolation today to go shopping for the first time in a week.  We found an Evo car nearby and headed out to SuperValu, Santa Barbara’s, and the corner store.

I was a little surprised at how well stocked the supermarket shelves were (I didn’t check the paper products aisle), but there were a number of signs limiting the amounts one could buy. It certainly wasn’t crowded and most people kept their distance. At the checkout it was like the old days, packing one’s own bags, which were not allowed to even rest on the counter. But then there was the elevator.

There is a small (4-person) elevator going down to the parking. In front of us was a middle-aged lady, and behind us a young woman.  When the elevator came, the middle-aged lady went in. We hung back, not wanting to share such a small space. When she saw we were not going in, the young woman barged around us and into the elevator. The first lady made it abundantly clear that she was not sharing, and the girl backed out, shocked, seemingly oblivious to the current situation.  A minute later, when the elevator returned, we walked in and told the girl we were not sharing either. She was mad but, I have to admit, she didn’t curse and yell.

The Drive looked desolate as we drove back, with so many restaurants bars and cafes closed.  Oddly enough, while Beckwoman’s is not often open even at the best of times, she had decided to be there today.

Next to the corner store on Venables there is a storefront with a large sign inviting customers to a “soon to be open” cafe. It looked forlorn and I suspect that “soon” is not just around the corner.



Night Music: Insensitive

March 24, 2020

Gibran’s The Prophet on Time

March 24, 2020

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.

You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.

Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

Yet the timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness,

And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.

And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.

Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?

And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?

And is not time even as love is, undivided and spaceless?

But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,

And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

Grandview 24th March 1920

March 24, 2020

“Vancouver Sun”, 19200324, p.10