The forecast called for more rain and another thunderstorm overnight, and I kept waking, feeling for Lulu, raising my head to listen for thunder—it was Eric, snoring—and slipping open my eyes to watch for lightning. But we made it through the night with no dramatics from nature and none from Lulu, either.
This weekend was two days of contrast. Rainy yesterday. Sunny (mostly) today. The only thing of note I did yesterday was drive to a nearby farmer’s market and pick up a box of veggies (carrots, scallions, arugula, bag of greens, radishes) and a box of fruit (bananas, papaya, longan). They’ve got the social distancing figured out. Drive up. Walk to a gazebo. Find your box. Leave. Since I was the only customer at the time, there was literally no contact with anyone at all. It was a quiet day all around.
Today, Eric did some weed-whacking. I watched a photography webinar, read some, wrote some, and tended to some newly-planted koki’o ke’oke’o, a hibiscus that’s endemic to Kauai.
Meanwhile: Text. Phone. Email. WhatsApp. Slack. Facebook. Messenger. Twitter. Instagram. Zoom. Today was a busy day communicating with friends and family via the many ways we have to stay connected while we physically distance ourselves from each other.
Again, I keep thinking back to 1918. What did our ancestors do while sheltering in place? Read books? Read the newspaper? Play card games? Make bread? Likely, all of the above. Maybe, even, listen to the radio, but radio was an emerging technology in the first couple decades of last century. So, there wouldn’t have been much radio programming. But how did our ancestors keep in touch? How did they stay connected? Write letters? Honestly, we have it a whole lot easier.
Our mayor has been video broadcasting with daily updates on the County of Kauai Facebook page for a couple weeks. He promotes shakas 🤙 not (hand)shakes. #shakasnotshakes
Hawaii cases bumped again today to 175. Kauai added another, now at 12.