We needed some time out of the house.
Ulysses needed some me time. I think he’s been weirded out being with us so much.
Anne had baked some coconut macaroons. She bagged some up and we decided to just take a drive.
We would sustain the self-isolation but get out in the world.
We dropped some of the bags of macaroons off for family, ringing the door bell and running away like teenage pranksters.
Then sending a text like the savvy modern couple we are.
We drove through a cold and windy Humboldt Park. We stopped for a moment and spotted some solo joggers, a few couples walking dogs and a few singles just out for a walk.
Then we just drove heading for the Loop and the lake front.
“It’s gray,” Anne said.
“A gray day,” I repeated.
Here is an observation I take away from our Sunday journey.
Chicagoans are staying home.
Those that have one.
I did see a soccer game going on in a local park. That seemed like a bad idea.
I saw one group of about five people crossing Milwaukee and Fullerton. Did they live together and were out for a walk? Were they those young people I keep hearing about who are suffering from the delusion that they are immune?
I don’t know.
I saw lots of couples together. I saw people walking their dogs.
It’s hard to show a picture or a video of people who aren’t there. The ones who are following the directive to stay home.
I took one and I’m posting it here.
As a teacher I never thought scolding works that well.
Although I have scolded plenty.