This last week I got to spend some time with my sisters ... at the lake. [One] has been in isolation for 7 months in Florida. This trip north was very much a shock to her system where she enjoyed eating in restaurants and being with family. I think she feared exposure while in Florida knowing she was by herself and no one to help take care of her should she be ill. I am so thankful to having my family around me and so thankful that I have not isolated myself during COVID. We have lives our lives and remained healthy following guidelines. This picture is a picture from the lake. It is my happy spot and I really enjoyed my two days with my sisters
September 28, 2020
Some days, when the walls are closing in, and I've not laid eyes on another human being for over a week other than my spouse and the few silent, masked souls wandering the aisles on a Tuesday morning at Walmart, I feel that this pandemic--already entering its sixth month--is never going to end. I feel trapped. Trapped in a situation over which I have no control. How long must I remain sequestered? When will I be able to safely visit and wrap my arms around my elderly mother, my sons and my grandchildren? When can I venture anywhere without the vital mask and hand sanitizer? How many more will die and/or suffer the ravages of COVID-19 before an effective vaccine becomes available? How can this possibly be happening in the 21st century? Trapped. Trapped in a nightmare. Unable to escape. Unable to move forward. Time marches on, and yet, it stands still. Remember bibliophile Henry Bemis in the "Time Enough at Last" episode of Twilight Zone? Henry finally gets his wish to be able to read whenever and whatever he wants; however, he accidentally breaks his glasses, so his plans and dreams are shattered. He's all alone with nothing enjoyable to occupy his time. At some point during this pandemic, each of us, unfortunately, can relate to poor Henry Bemis. Time was on our side, but COVID-19 reared its ugly head to impede our hopes and ambitions.
August 4, 2020