Thursday, April 09, 2020

Journal of a Plague Year, Wednesday, April 8

Today is the first day I heard anyone doing work of his house. Down the road, three men were working on a flat roof, and someone else received a load of concrete.

The roof work may have been done by a hired crew, but more likely was done by the owner with the help of kin folk or friends. Usually two men come with a cement mixer, and leave as soon as the pour is complete. Then a group, again usually kin, work to spread and smooth it.

It would seem an ideal time to be doing home repairs, if one has the money to buy materials. Hardware stores are considered essential businesses. If one doesn’t go early in the morning, when, in normal times, contractors are there, one probably sees fewer people than at the grocery store. So far, I’ve only gone to one of the local ones in mid or late morning, so have no idea if it is busy earlier.

Last Friday when I was in town, I noticed a number of cars parked outside an automotive parts supplier. Cars are another thing that always can use some maintenance: an oil change or new spark plugs.

Enforced idleness is difficult. A few days may seem like a vacation, only individuals can’t leave their homes. With children kept from school, many may feel the need to get busy again.

Woman, of course, can always catch up on the laundry and do the cleaning they’ve meant to do. That is, assuming they have the chemicals they need.

Cutting down weeds seems to be the first thing men in my area did. Now that’s done, and the motors on the string trimmers are heard less often. Until we get some rain, there’s nothing more to do.

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