For the first time, my mailbox was full of coronavirus related mail, some of it surprising.
I got a package containing toilet paper from China, which did surprise me, and also two containers of home-made disinfectant lotion and a collage from my daughter and granddaughter in Brooklyn.
I was expecting those.
They are worried about the Old Man At-Risk up in the country, where they assume there are neither sanitary lotions or competent doctors. I’m not sure who ordered the toilet paper, it might have been me.
When the coronavirus furor began, I was startled to learn that toilet paper is not available anywhere in our country (it still isn’t) and as the official hunter-gatherer of Bedlam Farm (I’ve been demoted by Governor Wulf and am confined to the farmhouse).
I vaguely remember ordering some toilet paper online for $8 or $9, but I don’t think it was from China and I have since forgotten about it.
Today this green package was delivered to the farm and it has about 16 small rolls of toilet paper. So it might have been me, anticipating a long shortage.
The sanitizing lotions are brightly colored and seem to have high alcohol content. I believe Emma and Robin made them themselves.
I appreciate having them. Aren’t these odd times we live in? In our county, small quantities of toilet paper pop up from time to time but then vanish.
America is an odd country, I wouldn’t have thought that toilet paper would be the thing that vanishes in a Pandemic.