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Everything is moving so fast
It's surprising how many songs I've vidded work perfectly in a pandemic playlist. (Though I'm currently trying to decide if I should add to this already REM-heavy set with World Leader Pretend, because the refrain about building a wall and knocking it down, while positive, keeps reminding me of the radioactive sphincter in the white house.) REM: the artists of choice for the great contagion. Unfortunately, Spotify doesn't carry one of my fave songs for this, so while I'm uploading it to make it available on my own devices, I'm sure it won't show up for other people.
In an effort to distract myself, I will pick up on that top 5 meme and offer that up: ask me my Top 5 anything and I will answer.
At some point, I have to go out to the drugstore for my meds, because they don't deliver. As far as I can tell, they don't even bring them to your car in the parking lot, and young people seem to be especially shitty about doing anything social distancing wise. Really looking forward to that.
I thought things couldn't get any worse, but then the only really simple way into my part of town, the West Seattle high-rise bridge, was shut down for possibly many many months, and the low drawbridge beneath it will only be open to freight and first responders. So the only way out of here, once people start going back to work, will be to go to a water taxi into downtown, one that has no actual bus service beyond a couple in the morning and a couple in the evening, during rush hour one-way each time period, and no places to park, or driving south on two-lane roads and then driving north, in one case over a bridge that's been on a waiting list for significant repair for years. It's already difficult to get people to come over here, like services (I can't tell you how many times I've tried to get typical service people for normal things, and been told they don't come to West Seattle), but I know this will mean a lot of people will curtail deliveries to the area, at a time when we are woefully understocked on necessities. We're always the last area to get city services, too, and since all the shipping freight comes through the docks that ring the harbor below that bridge, there will be hundreds of semis lined up every day.
This will be a nightmare on top of a nightmare. We have no hospitals, they've always just figured that since it's a straight shot across the waterway to First Hill, where all the hospitals and medical services are, we didn't need one. We're basically parallel to downtown, but completely cut off from it. And it was announced without warning, with no plans or concrete information, and only a press briefing a couple days from the announcement and immediate shutdown, which still hasn't happened. The director of transportation is a white guy who changed his last name to Zimbabwe. Which I suppose says it all--he's never come across as even remotely competent, especially when we were dealing with the shutdown last year of northbound Hwy. 99, which connected most of us west and south residents to downtown and north of there. He's a complete buffoon--they've known about it for months, I guess, the cracks look terrible, but they just...suddenly shut it down with four hours' warning.
Sometimes I really don't know if I want the end times to claim me and just get it over with.
In an effort to distract myself, I will pick up on that top 5 meme and offer that up: ask me my Top 5 anything and I will answer.
At some point, I have to go out to the drugstore for my meds, because they don't deliver. As far as I can tell, they don't even bring them to your car in the parking lot, and young people seem to be especially shitty about doing anything social distancing wise. Really looking forward to that.
I thought things couldn't get any worse, but then the only really simple way into my part of town, the West Seattle high-rise bridge, was shut down for possibly many many months, and the low drawbridge beneath it will only be open to freight and first responders. So the only way out of here, once people start going back to work, will be to go to a water taxi into downtown, one that has no actual bus service beyond a couple in the morning and a couple in the evening, during rush hour one-way each time period, and no places to park, or driving south on two-lane roads and then driving north, in one case over a bridge that's been on a waiting list for significant repair for years. It's already difficult to get people to come over here, like services (I can't tell you how many times I've tried to get typical service people for normal things, and been told they don't come to West Seattle), but I know this will mean a lot of people will curtail deliveries to the area, at a time when we are woefully understocked on necessities. We're always the last area to get city services, too, and since all the shipping freight comes through the docks that ring the harbor below that bridge, there will be hundreds of semis lined up every day.
This will be a nightmare on top of a nightmare. We have no hospitals, they've always just figured that since it's a straight shot across the waterway to First Hill, where all the hospitals and medical services are, we didn't need one. We're basically parallel to downtown, but completely cut off from it. And it was announced without warning, with no plans or concrete information, and only a press briefing a couple days from the announcement and immediate shutdown, which still hasn't happened. The director of transportation is a white guy who changed his last name to Zimbabwe. Which I suppose says it all--he's never come across as even remotely competent, especially when we were dealing with the shutdown last year of northbound Hwy. 99, which connected most of us west and south residents to downtown and north of there. He's a complete buffoon--they've known about it for months, I guess, the cracks look terrible, but they just...suddenly shut it down with four hours' warning.
Sometimes I really don't know if I want the end times to claim me and just get it over with.