Holding Steady?

My mask paranoia seems to be holding steady as the surgical team imitators are becoming increasingly rare in these parts. I still can't look a maskite in the eye, but the need to is becoming rare enough that it doesn't seem too important any more. Even "Critical Service Workers" are being allowed to flash indecently exposed smiles now. Again, I shake my head at the sad statement that the lowest paid members of our culture are "Critical Service Workers" while the corporate bosses, etc., have been sequestered as, "Non-critical." The few remaining maskites are easily ignored. Prayers in progress that they are forbidden future access to global control panels. Just praying. . .

I still worry that we are jumping the proverbial gun in planning a road trip to my beloved River Region. I feel like we owe Big Bro and Big Sis and illustration of the diffs between a Global Shutdown and Summer Vacation. As a Pre-K graduate, Coronaville is all Big Sis has to measure by. Big Bro's first summer vacation was lost to the foster care shuffle. His second was the mandated isolation of Coronaville. Prayers in progress that the 3rd will be a more humane intro to the industrial tradition of Summer Vacation.

Hubs and I have talked about the need for a larger vehicle since the first time we went out to dinner with both Hubby's brother and the newly arrived children. Even the Bee Buggy (an over-sized cowboy cadillac) is cramped with just the 3 children, child safety seats, Hubs and myself. Carrying Hubby's brother required a caravan. Our talk of a bigger vehicle evolved to passenger vans with a minimum of bells and whistles and removable seats to allow it to be used as an LLC cargo van. To date, each evolution of the 22 month dialog has ended with, "We're getting by just fine with what we have."

As the talk of a road trip has evolved, the transportation upgrade has taken on a compelling tone. Tuesday we bit the bullet and bought a 15 passenger van. Several of the rear seats are now porch chairs --research in progress on how to protect them from the chickens and weather-- while we play with ways to make the remaining space into a tent. If the ifs continue to fall into alignment, we will leave June 12. Y, the farm helper, has been on-board and living in the old farmhouse for about a year now. I am confident she and her son (15) can manage the animal care, etc., while we are gone for a bit more than 2 weeks.

Holding steady or heading down the psychotic rabbit hole? Where's my frigging road sign?

Prayers in progress. . .