Living in the high desert during a global pandemic
Did I manifest a global pandemic? I mean, I have manifested the exact right chair before, or the perfect dress from the thrift store. Normally, if I think about a thing often enough it appears. Whether good or bad. Some might call it coincidence but still, others call coincidences God’s way of remaining anonymous.
The wind was whipping through the very old cabin windows as I scrolled through Instagram in shock. A week before, the virus felt like media pornography, you know, media getting off on a story and blowing it out of proportion. I could hear my neighbor coughing from inside her home while sitting in my driveway, about to go on a date. My date, a sweet young Marine from New York said, “Are you worried about the Corona thing?” To which I replied, “Nah I think it’s mostly a media scare.” Then the sound of wretched coughing followed us down the road as we drove away. Top-down on the mini cooper convertible, sun shining, dry desert air, heading to the drive-in movie theater with a babe of a Marine.
I had just purchased a 1940’s historic homesteader's cabin in the high desert of California. Right outside of the Joshua Tree park entrance. I was living in Long Beach after having been in New York. Before New York was Los Angeles and before that Phoenix, Arizona for about seven years. Big cities were so…
