I spent Saturday in bed in that semi-comatose state slipping in and out of sleep familiar to anyone who has been exposed to the common cold. Rusty went walking with my wife and as soon as he came home he hopped on the bed and curled up next to me willing to accept I was, once again, bed ridden. Better at home than the hospital I dare say.
Sunday morning I felt well enough to drive into town and go for a city walk so we did, parking at the city lot behind the fire station on Simonton Street. The protocol is for Rusty to select the direction and I tag along behind. I keep him leashed in town when the city is waking up more as a sop to expectations than any real need. Rusty is entirely capable of taking care of himself, I am fond of saying I think he would survive a collapse of civilization rather better than I would. Meanwhile he knows how to cross the street safely. I'm there for decoration mostly.
I never cease to be amazed by people who won't give a home to a rescue dog on the grounds there must be something wrong with the dog. Sometimes there really is, driven mad by abuse some rescue dogs lose the ability to live normal lives and they are usually culled in the shelters. Most though are survivors and like Rusty they thrive when given a chance. If Rusty were a thoroughbred with genetic shortcomings he would never have made it in the survival conditions he lived through in Homestead.
I met Doug on Simonton street out doing his own bit of dog walking with Teeki who hopped around Rusty enough that I let him go and he wandered off to sniff his own tree thank you. Doug mentioned the coronavirus plague that has the newspapers wound up, and I between hacking coughs mentioned that I thought the 'flu was a more severe threat. I take the 'flu vaccine each year because I don't like the symptoms at all but tons of people don't and then they get their knickers in a twist about a disease that sounds, as Doug put it laughingly like a bad take on a Mexican beer. I wonder why they call it that he pondered. The reason (I Googled...) is because it has crown-like spikes on the surface of the virus.
And on the subject of the coronavirus it turns out this worldwide epidemic with fewer deaths than the regular 'flu is having an economic impact in the Keys. I never cease to be amazed by how connected everything is. The Citizen reports that spiny lobster sales have plummeted. Apparently they are a big part of the food celebrations for Chinese New Year, celebrations that have been cancelled this year. So fishermen in the Keys are out of luck thanks to the coronavirus. Bizarre.
I worked a half day overtime yesterday, glad to make up the loss of an overtime shift I had planned for Saturday and today I have another twelve hours of overtime scheduled which makes for good money and by extension less dog walking unfortunately, We have a couple of dispatchers on vacation, one off to see snow in the mountains, the other to drive cars on more interesting roads than those he commutes on in the Keys. Plus we have two openings and several people, like me, under the weather. I make money while I can.
The cellphone tower on Southard Street is familiar to me. It's been there as long as I can remember and even though I know it wasn't there in the 80's I can't picture it's absence. It's weird how things become familiar and even required. This corner of Southard and Bahama would look weird without this giant aluminum carbuncle rising u into the sky. And across the street is the giant old telephone exchange run by the American Telephone and Telegraph company. Old and new technologies face to face.
I can't keep up with the way the world is changing. I wonder what comes next.