My Mother Knew How To Handle The Spread Of COVID


While there can be no doubt we are all experiencing a pandemic for the first time in our lives, we are also being pushed and pulled by various levels of government. I understand that there is no COVID-19 For Dummies, but can we just try to sing from the same song sheet?

With spring break on the horizon, and fears of wet T-shirt contests becoming super spreaders in Florida hotspots…

Last week, in a much ballyhooed statement on national television, Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau announced severe travel restrictions. With spring break on the horizon, and fears of wet T-shirt contests becoming super spreaders in Florida hotspots, the PM invoked measures that involve quarantines for anyone flying into the four airports that will service international flights.

These quarantines will be in hotels and will be up to three days while awaiting test results. By the way, the cost will be up to the traveller. If you test negative, off you go home to finish the remainder of your 14-day quarantine. If positive you will complete your quarantine period in a government establishment.

As you can imagine, as soon as the travel ban was announced people were hard at finding loopholes in it. Instead of taking to heart the message that travel is not a good idea at this point, many were plotting to go south.

I wish they’d make up my mind for me

Meanwhile here in the Province of Quebec, the Premier recently made public the government’s intention to ease some of the strict confinement measures. Particularly in smaller, less populated areas. But even in Montreal retail stores will be allowed to reopen under strict rules.

On the one hand the Feds are finally doing something – well, sort of – that many have been asking for: namely, shutting down the border to air travel. While here in Quebec they would have us believe it is time to slowly reopen.

I wish they’d make up my mind for me

When I was growing up we lived across the street from a great park. Given this proximity our place became a depository for myriad baseball gloves, bats, and footballs. Often on a lovely summer evening, prior to going across the street to play in the city baseball league we would gather as a family for dinner.

… my mother, annoyed but not surprised by the interruption, would holler “Nobody’s coming in, nobody’s going out”

My parents, my two brothers and myself would settle down to eat before joining our buddies across the street. Not infrequently the doorbell would sound. As one of us got up and ran to the door to see what was up, who was looking for what piece of gear, my mother, annoyed but not surprised by the interruption, would holler “Nobody’s coming in, nobody’s going out”.

This is just one of the many occasions when my mother was clearly ahead of her time, as that should be the approach taken to curb the spread of the virus.

Published by DCMontreal

DCMontreal - Deegan Charles Stubbs - is a Montreal writer born and raised who likes to establish balance and juxtapositions; a bit of this and a bit of that, a dash of Yin and a soupçon of Yang, some Peaks and an occasional Frean and maybe a bit of a sting in the tail! Please follow DCMontreal on Twitter and on Facebook, and add him on Google+

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