After a very chaotic handful of days, we are back to normal. That is, the new abnormal normal. Still, we are grateful. Everyone who was ill is no longer ill and no one has CoVid. We learned this at 9:15 in the morning and we all breathed a collective sigh of relief. For now. I mean, the virus makes no promises going forward: if groups of people continue to thumb their noses at it, its potential for revenge is horrifying. I know Ocean readers are good souls who care about their communities so I needn't dwell on the obvious, but let me tell you, having gone through days where bugs were hitting those close to me, it's no fun being sick with anything at all during a pandemic. A lot of time passes before you can find out who is sick and with what and so you have to rearrange everything under the assumption that all have fallen ill with THE virus. The stress is beyond the beyond. We are celebrating that it is, for now, behind us.
In other news -- hey, do we really need other news? For me, spending the day free of immediate worry is good enough! Let's walk through the garden together, enjoying yet another day of brilliant weather.
Breakfast -- a pleasant one, even though we no longer talk about the farmette lands, making me think that that the spark of activity, the determination to get it done have fizzled a bit. Perhaps I should start seriously exploring other housing possibilities for us. That typically motivates Ed to get moving at addressing outstanding farmette issues.
And soon after that, both Snowdrop and Sparrow are here, with their usual demands -- she, to water tomatoes, he to visit with the cheepers.
It's good to spend these few minutes outdoors with them, even though inevitably, Snowdrop will make a dash for the farmhouse. The lure of book reading and peach eating is strong! (Sparrow, of course, is hostile to peach eating, though I'll give him credit for sitting through endless chapters of books he can't possibly understand. As a reward, he gets a new rubber puzzle. The little guy does love his rubber puzzles.)
In the afternoon, I visit my friends. One lives 1387 miles away from me, the other --- 1273. If you add to this my sweet pal in Warsaw -- a mere 4656 miles from here, you've got yourself a heck of a lot of miles. Still, there is Zoom. For all those who complain about its inadequacies, ask yourselves: where would we be without Zoom?
Even later in the evening, Ed goes off to ride his bike, I reheat one thing or another for supper. And I think, with great sadness, about all the grandparents who cannot be with or near their grandkids tonight.
In other news -- hey, do we really need other news? For me, spending the day free of immediate worry is good enough! Let's walk through the garden together, enjoying yet another day of brilliant weather.
Breakfast -- a pleasant one, even though we no longer talk about the farmette lands, making me think that that the spark of activity, the determination to get it done have fizzled a bit. Perhaps I should start seriously exploring other housing possibilities for us. That typically motivates Ed to get moving at addressing outstanding farmette issues.
And soon after that, both Snowdrop and Sparrow are here, with their usual demands -- she, to water tomatoes, he to visit with the cheepers.
It's good to spend these few minutes outdoors with them, even though inevitably, Snowdrop will make a dash for the farmhouse. The lure of book reading and peach eating is strong! (Sparrow, of course, is hostile to peach eating, though I'll give him credit for sitting through endless chapters of books he can't possibly understand. As a reward, he gets a new rubber puzzle. The little guy does love his rubber puzzles.)
In the afternoon, I visit my friends. One lives 1387 miles away from me, the other --- 1273. If you add to this my sweet pal in Warsaw -- a mere 4656 miles from here, you've got yourself a heck of a lot of miles. Still, there is Zoom. For all those who complain about its inadequacies, ask yourselves: where would we be without Zoom?
Even later in the evening, Ed goes off to ride his bike, I reheat one thing or another for supper. And I think, with great sadness, about all the grandparents who cannot be with or near their grandkids tonight.
