ENOUGH ALREADY! We’ve been doing what many are doing for the past five weeks, which is staying at home except for essential activities. But now we’re adapting the Swedish system instead of the shoot-yourself-in-the-head routine. And perish of boredom.
Today, we’ve officially gone Swede even though we kinda started yesterday when we drove downtown to visit a favored pastry shop on the plaza for breakfast biscuits. I bought 10 to go. And today, we’re lunching in a restaurant, a big breakthrough. Then we’re passing by the Downtown Casita to measure a spot in the carport which we’ll fill with ceramic tile. And then we’ll go to the tile store to buy (or order) the tile.
When we have the tile, we’ll call “the guy” who will install it. He needs work.
We’re going to lead normal lives, but we’ll do it like Swedes who do it smart, which is wear a face mask when convenient and maintaining distance from others when we can. If we can’t, we’ll do whatever is required. It’s hard to pay someone from six feet away.
Or have a waiter put sushi on your table.
I’ve done some calculations regarding this Plague Year hysteria, much of which is being pushed for political purposes in the United States, and the hysteria has affected the Mexican media too, though Mexicans are, for the most part, at least in my area, going about their daily lives as always. When we went downtown yesterday, I noticed some businesses were closed, but many were open, probably the majority.
Most were nonessential except to the owners, of course.
When the Kung Flu appeared on the scene a few months ago, it looked frightful. It was very contagious, we were told, and each sick person could infect five or 10 others, and each of them would do the same, and on and on. By God, in no time, the entire Earth would be either dead or breathing heavily. That’s what we were led to believe.
Now, when many are saying it’s on the point of winding down to some extent, I’ve done some calculations. Mexico’s population is about 128,700,000 souls. The number of people with confirmed Kung Flu now sits at 0.002 percent of the population.
The death rate, of course, is far smaller than even that minuscule figure.
Here in my colonial mountaintop town, with a population of about 93,000 people, the confirmed-case percentage is 0.015 percent. Do you have your reading glasses? Can you even see those numbers? Our fatalities? Just one, over a month ago.
But I’m an old dude, and more at risk, you’re thinking. Well, I am an old dude, but how much of a higher risk am I? Unlike most people my age, I have no known health issues. I do not take daily pills for this, that and the other. Not one. I’m not fat. I don’t have diabetes. I breathe just fine, and my heart pumps on a regular basis. My blood pressure is excellent, ditto for the pulse rate. Cholesterol is normal.
So off I go, to live like a Swede. Call me Nils or Ludvig.
And if I die of the Kung Flu, etch Call Him Stupid on my gravestone.
I won’t care.
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(WARNING! If you live in the United States, unilaterally adopting the Swedish lifestyle may land you in jail and/or facing a steep fine. This is much more likely to happen in zones controlled by Democrat politicians and judges. Proceed with caution, and always vote Republican if you value your liberty. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, it’s because you read the NYT and listen to CNN.)