My state has been under lockdown for damn close to two weeks already, by fiat from our gormless governor. Unless our jobs are considered essential for life, we’re supposed to hole up in our homes until further notice, unless we have to venture out to get groceries, gas, pet supplies, or hardware to fix whatever we have to around our houses, such as water pipe leaks, or dead light switches. Restaurants can do take-out, but none around here are chain restaurants, and most have decided to close, anyway.
Most of us are already going stir crazy. There is a way to buy booze, but it’s far more limited than before. Grocery stores are out of some items — I’m talking about whole chickens, and dish soap. T.P. is hit-or-miss, not that we need bales of it, anyway. A whole chicken could feed two people for five days (there is no such thing as a small chicken anymore, unless it’s a “Cornish hen”).
We are very fortunate to have our own 7 acre property that is very park-like, on which we can roam around, do yard work, keep occupied by fixing lawn equipment, and doing maintenance on small engine things like the portable generator, chainsaws, log splitter, sawmill, and power washer. The park near our old house where we sometimes used to take our dog for a walk was smaller than what we now have, acreage-wise. Still, it gets claustrophobic when every other day is cold and rainy.
Cooking and baking is one way to keep occupied, but how many loaves of bread, batches of cookies, stew, chili, etc. does one small household need? Not all of it can be frozen.
That said, my best wishes to all of you. Stay safe, and healthy, regardless of whether you’re in a lockdown area or not.