# 17 - Don't Like Deserted Neighborhood

Too Still

The neighborhood has been so still. Families are staying inside, adjusting to work at home and online schooling. I can't even imagine how difficult it must be for families, figuring this out. 

​Even on weekends I see so few kids or adults out in yards. It's as if everyone is pacing inside, trying to figure out what the rules are. 

So today, when I thought heard the sound of an ice cream truck, I thought maybe my ears were ringing from worry. First I heard the dreamlike music of Greensleeves, far in the distance. Christmas music in March?  

I hollered to Don to ask if he heard the music. He said no, so I figured I was going nuts. Then I spotted the truck from an upstairs window. It moved slowly, like a scene from a Twilight Zone episode. Last vehicle on earth?

I have nothing better to do than watch the ice cream truck and wonder.

Is this a test? Is someone checking to make sure we are following the "Self Quarantine" suggestions? Restaurants are required to stay closed, except for take out... but now we let the kids run outside and gather around the ice cream truck? 

The death toll doubled in 2 days. 2,391 deaths in the US. I think I can wait a little longer for my ice cream fix.
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