We're lucky. We live in a house and it's big enough so that the work crew of two can be upstairs and away from us, making a lot of noise as they dismantle the old. In fact, I think I'll go for a walk.
France relaxed its confinement rules starting on Monday. I don't need a permission slip with the reason for my being away from home any more. I can go into the Bois de Vincennes or to the center of Nogent if I want. Until the noise got really bad after lunch, I didn't feel the need to get out of the house.
That's not quite true. I took the car this morning and went all the way to Costco. My 40+ year-old sewing machine needs repair and the minimum for just a "revision" is €90. I gave in and got a new, less elaborate machine. I don't need an elaborate machine. I just want to finish off the masks, for the time being.
The drive was good for the car. The battery had drained during these months of non-use. Paul had hooked up the charger and charged it, but there's nothing like taking a car on the road to get the battery up to where it belongs. That, it did. The drive was unlike any other -- hardly any traffic. It only took half an hour to get there and the same to get back. It usually takes us about an hour each way, which is why we don't go frequently.
Everyone at Costco was well disciplined. We all had our masks on and a line formed outside the store with everyone well spaced apart. I had my gel and disinfected the cart handle when I took the cart, but upon entering, an employee had a disinfectent wipe and wiped the handle -- just in case. The store was not crowded. I got what I needed -- the sewing machine and the rest of the list I had.
I had everything packed away before lunch! Now. I'm going out in the sun. I'll unpack the machine when these workers leave.
