Salem is the capital of Oregon and it is quite close to Silver Spur RV where we are currently holed up. Coincidentally, one of Peggy’s relatives is in a hospital in Salem so we drove over there for Peggy to do her thing. I did not go into the hospital because I’m currently gimpy and also because there are lots of sick people in there and I don’t want what they have.
After a corkscrew foray through downtown Silverton, a short stop at the florist and the hospital, we thought we were free to spend the rest of the day exploring but reality quickly set in. Therefore, we drove to the local ScabMart and, again, Peggy went in and did the dirty work. Normally it takes both of us quite a while to shop in places like WalMart or Costco; I push the cart and look bored and Peggy hides the list so I can’t see what’s on it. It seemed to me to be the best method we could come up with.
It appears now that I was entirely full of doodoo because Peggy went in, visited all the far-flung but necessary departments, checked out and was out of the store in substantially less time than it takes both of us using my efficient but faulty strategy. Unfortunately, while I was able to avoid unnecessary exposure to contagion at the hospital, Peggy noted that it seemed like multitudes of the folks in WalMart were sneezing and coughing and blowing their noses and hacking, all while in close proximity to my beloved spouse. Both of my anti-sickness policies are in tatters.
We made it back to our trailer and re-stocked the grocery cabinets. We are out of here tomorrow.