OMMblog

Jodie Valade / WFAE

When I talked to Brad Ritter about the Manor, he tried not to get emotional. But sometimes he couldn’t help it.

“What’s been the best part about this job?” I asked him.

There’s a long pause. I thought he might not have heard me.

Carol Montuoro

Connie Montuoro died from the coronavirus on May the 4th. She probably didn’t know why she was sick, or how she ended up at the hospital, or why her family didn’t come to see her anymore. She lived so much of her life in the dark.

A lot of these last two months has felt like time spent underwater. But this is the point where we’re in danger of getting the bends.

What do you miss?

Here’s what I miss:

School is closed for the rest of the school year in North Carolina, and the long phase-out of the stay-at-home orders are going to take us into June or beyond.

We watched “Groundhog Day” over the weekend because we were in the mood for a comedy. But as we watched it, it felt more like a documentary.

Every night at supper, we say a little prayer. And the longer these virus days go on, the longer the list of things our little family can be grateful for.

It always comes down to lives versus freedoms.

I see that some of you have started to cut your own hair now, or you’re letting a family member do it. Peace be with you. I’m going to hold out a while.

Almost every time I get wound up over something – or as my wife’s family would put it, when I start borrowing trouble – it’s because of one thing: incomplete information.

Over the years I’ve ended up in the middle of several hurricanes.

The other night I made fried rice.

Music has gotten me through a lot of these virus nights.

There are plenty of ways to divide us into two types of people. I think the newest way is this: Those who wear masks when they go out and about, and those who don’t.

I am part of a fantasy football league that has been together for going on 30 years.

When I checked into Twitter on Thursday, the top trending item was simply "The South."

They are the longest movies we’ve ever watched. There is no plot. We don’t know any of the characters’ names. But we’ve become mesmerized.

The pollen falls thick all over Charlotte. It coats every exposed surface. My car once was black, and now it’s chartreuse.

It struck me this morning, as I was hearing the birds, that most of us in the city are now living country lives.

Not long ago we bought my 84-year-old mother-in-law a special clock.

We’ve been fine not going anywhere for the past few days. But now that Mecklenburg County is on a stay-at-home order, going somewhere is all we want to do.

There are many of you who are doing your best to be productive during these Virus Days. You are learning Spanish or organizing your file cabinets or cleaning the top of the refrigerator. God bless every one of you.

In our house we’re lucky to have enough milk, enough cat food and enough toilet paper. What we are running out of is energy.

Right now, the most important currency we have – more than money, for a lot of us – is information.

My wife and I needed to get out of the house for a while. So while her mother napped, we went for a drive.

One of the many, many strange things about Virus Time is that it’s happening just as spring comes to town.

It feels like someone picked up the remote control of the universe and hit fast-forward. Too many things are happening all at once. That’s what the coronavirus is doing to us. We’re all testing positive for anxiety.