This is Tuesday evening, March 24th. I’m spending another evening in front of the TV, while Glenn participates in yet another conference call with the folks in China. This is the 3rd night in a row where he worked all day, remotely of course! It has been a week of LOCK DOWN, thanks to the Covid 19 virus.
His working hours for this week are 4pm to midnight, but he isn’t in bed much before 3am. He is also up by 9am, since dogs insist that their lives run like clockwork. He grinds the fresh coffee beans, adds the water, and gets the pot brewing, before he heads out for his morning dog duty.
When he returns shortly before 10am, he is already answering calls from his local coworkers. After breakfast, he is in his makeshift office, computers and monitors all set up on the IKEA desk in the guest room.
Seven bags of baby clothes, all washed and folded, lay on the bed, patiently waiting for us to take them to Loved Twice. This charity was started several years ago, in San Jose, when a group of concerned mom’s gathered all their childrens’ outgrown clothing, and shipped the box down to New Orleans, to help assuage the hearts and souls of the victims of Hurricane Katrina. That experience felt so right, they registered their charity with the IRS, and with the help of many citizens and volunteers, it took on a spirit of its own!
At this point, there is no big rush to transport these items. Now, the social workers at Bay area hospitals help by identifying moms that will likely benefit from donations for their little ones. Thanks to Loved Twice, Mom’s receive a two cubic foot box, holding sufficient clothing for baby’s first year of life.
While the entire Bay area is quarantined, Lance will be unable to assemble a team of volunteers to sort all the baby clothes. We are all supposed to practice life at a distance! Some say six feet, others say ten feet! Since this enforced antisocial was mandated, there has been NO talk of sorting meets, or get-togethers of any kind! Anything that would involve a large group gathering together, even to sort baby clothes by size and sex, even for the best cause. NO EXCEPTIONS!
Two weeks ago, when life was normal and ordinary, a gentleman came into the gym where I volunteer, carrying a huge sack of knitting wool. He said that he had heard about what I did for the area’s babies, and wanted to know if I could find someone to knit this load of yarn into lots of baby clothes. At that moment, I thought of the knitting group that contacted us last year, saying that they’d be honored to knit baby things for us, if we could just help them get yarn. So I went to a yard sale nearby, where a lady was selling her yarn, due to arthritis making hands balk at this creative enterprise. For $40, I got 3 massive bags of yarn, which I happily handed over to the knitting guild.
A few months later, I met up with the lady that had contacted me initially, She handed me a paper bag containing 2 wee baby sweaters, and a pair of booties. The group had made a good amount at their bazaar, she said, more than ever before.
So what’s the deal with the green onions? When the 6pm news finished up, I flipped open my gardening magazine. I’ve grown green onions several years back, in Canada. They double, and re-double, and silently take over the garden. At the price of them, I can’t imagine feeling the need to freeze them.