Quarantine fun

Quarantine fun is NOT an oxymoron. It is a choice.

Within minutes of arriving home in Switzerland after leaving a part of France that had had high Covid numbers, we had a call on our mobiles. We were told that we had to go into 7-10 days quarantine, even though we had had tests showing negative the day before.

No surprise. We knew it would happen.

We could do it at home.

Since last March between France and Switzerland we've experienced a variety of shutdowns, curfews, closings, travel restriction, walking restrictions, mask rules, and attestations (forms stating when we left our home and why). This is not a complaint. Humanity must get this virus under control.

As writers quarantine wasn't a huge difference. We spent much of our time together although in our own writing worlds. We are readers, news junkies and chocolate nibblers, etc. so amusing ourselves is not a problem. We seldom (read never) lack for a topic to discuss or find something to amuse ourselves.

We were determined to make this period an enjoyable experience. 

We were sure to store enough food, healthy and goodies, to satisfy our appetites.

The Swiss TV has many more choices than the French thus letting us watch a documentary on Franco. And there's Netflix if we want it.

There were enough books to make sure we didn't run out of reading matter, which is good because I left my Kindle by accident in France.

Home restaurant delivery is relatively new in Switzerland and we looked through all the choices. It was a wonder our chins weren't chapped from drool looking at the photos of our choices. Today, I satisfied my Indian food urges which had been denied for far too long. Rick ordered from his favorite kebab place. We had the pleasure of anticipation, eating and no clean up.

Our pup is having the most problems. Although we can have our eyes feast on the garden outside our door where we can sit to watch the birds, the red squirrel and the many, many flowers blossom, Sherlock must be confused. He likes the garden, but he must be wondering why we are not taking him to the Reserve, the château ruin and various woodsy and country areas where he can run and run. I'm not sure he appreciates the view of the snow speckled Jura above our gate and hedges as we do.

Tomorrow we have Covid tests. If we are negative we will be free. Switzerland has just opened its restaurant terraces. I can restock books from the English speaking library. Rick can play golf with his buddies. And Sherlock can go back to his château and gallop across the fields to the château.

Why doesn't the quarantine bother me? Because I'm 1000% aware of how lucky I am compared to so many people in this world. I have everything I need physically, financially and emotionally. I am not going to complain about the limitations when by fate's accident I have so much.

Once we are sprung, we will still be prudent and wear our masks if only as role models.