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Ninety-three Days and Counting

Earth date: August 3, 2020

One hundred and forty-seven days ago I went to the bank, had the car checked, and went shopping inside stores for what I knew could be the last time in a long while. People made fun of us with cases of water, pantry items, hand sanitizer, and paper goods.

Yes, I was among those who bought more than my share of toilet paper, because long before the President closed down the US borders and the nation, I had witnessed the corona virus Covid-19 firsthand. Two daughters-in-law came down with a “new strain” of flu in the fall, both were hospitalized, and one died. We believed it may have been this virus, and if it could do that to two healthy, young women, it was serious.

But how does one shut down a nation of over 332 million people? What does that mean? We knew there was no cure, no vaccine, so how long would we be sheltered in place while the medical community came up with a solution? What if closing down our country meant there would be no food, no water, no electricity, no governance? What could an individual do?

So, some of us bought toilet paper. It made no sense but it was something we the little people could do. We bought chickens, yeast, flour, hair clippers. We took up new hobbies or dusted off old ones. We made face masks out of anything, and we learned to make sour dough bread. We knew about as much about any of that as we did about what to do if we had to protect ourselves against those more desperate than we were.

We relied on our cell phones, TV, and the Internet for information on the outside world and again our naivete showed. We had to set aside our vulnerability and sieve through truth and lies, and we prayed and hoped and trusted that our elected officials were made of more than charm and dinner club speeches.

We vote in ninety-three days and it is of grave importance, and we need patriots and not politicians to help us through this new paradigm.  It is more important than whether or not we have enough TP or what we do with those chickens or the sour dough starter that’s in our freezers.  


  1. So true....all of it. What strange times we are living in. Are there any patriots left? I can't believe these nominees are the best in the land. That's what I used to think about presidential candidates...that they were some of the best America had to offer. I pray God's sovereignty over this election, because honestly, it scares me to death.


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