My next door neighbor just returned home. Her name is Rody. She's 83 years old. She's not very mobile. She takes a fist full of prescription drugs every day. She smokes hand rolled cigarettes. She has no business at all being here right now. If nothing else the infrastructure can't support her. She's not really healthy enough and fit enough to be here now. Heer daughter and son-in-law dropped her off. They stayed with her for about 30 minutes then left her.
I want to very clear about my attitude about staying and returning. I completely understand Rody's compulsion to get home. She told me that her family was driving her crazy. I can get a life-sized picture of that. I can totally identify. She had no power where she was. She was miserable. She figured she could be miserable at home. The only flaw in that is that there are few people here right now and fewer resources. There are no doctors' offices open, no pharmacies open, no grocery stores, no gas stations, no restaurants. If anything at all happens to her she's screwed. I do admit that if anything happens to me I'm screwed too. But a simple fall in my living room is far less likely to be serious for me, and is probably far less like to happen to me in the first place. I also know that I can get out of here on foot or on a bicycle and make it pretty far, especially on the bike.
Anyway, that's my rant. Rody just walked out on her front porch and shouted to me asking me if I knew where she could buy ice. ICE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
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