My daughter had her first softball game of the summer yesterday. It was the first time she wore a uniform since her basketball team’s playoff run was stopped in March with the first Corona cancellations. Last night they got mercied 17-5 but it was a beautiful night and she got two hits. They were supposed to play again tonight, but a thunderstorm came up and drenched the fields. Afterward there was a gorgeous rainbow, but with more rain on the way, they called the game.
We came home and had dinner. Earlier that afternoon, I stopped at Bear’s Smokehouse and picked up our local “farm share” along with two pounds of smoked burnt ends. Every Tuesday we pick up a bag of fresh picked farm products. Tonight they had a head of butter lettuce, peapods, zucchini, mint and fresh picked strawberries, juicy berries that actually taste like strawberries not the bland flavor the fat pretty-looking grocery store ones have.
After dinner I lay down and read some news stories about COVID on my computer. Connecticut dropped under 100 hospitalized cases and their positive test rate was its lowest ever at 0.7%.
Outside the state, COVID-19 is growing crazy, particularly in places like Florida, Texas, Arizona and California, many setting record highs. Dr. Faucci says if we don’t get it under control we could see 100,000 new cases a day. The World Health Organization says the worst is yet to come. People are still fighting over wearing masks. The governors of many states have said they won’t lock down again even though their states are on fire.
Here in Connecticut, our governor just added more states to the list of states with restricted travel to Connecticut. Anyone coming into Connecticut from California, Georgia, Iowa, Idaho, Louisiana, Mississippi, Nevada, Tennessee, Alabama, Arkansas, Arizona, Florida, North Carolina, South Carolina, Texas, and Utah must quarantine for 14 days after their arrival here or obtain a negative COVID test within 72 hours.
We knocked COVID down here, but I’m back to the old feeling I had in our earliest days, looking up to the hilltops, which are now empty, waiting for the enemy to appear again against the sky, and bring death down upon us.