Last week I finally had the opportunity to remember, rejoice in what life was like BC. I had both shots and now I'm protected from COVID. At least that's what is said. My first outing was a ferry ride to the City to meet a friend for lunch - outdoors of course, and we still wore masks. I hadn't seen her in more than a year. A few days later, we met with our group of friends called family by choice, nine of us all under the same roof again, also vaccinated, but we didn't wear masks. We laughed and hugged, and cooked together, sat at the table to eat looking out at the mountain. I played with the dogs who I adore. These were the first hugs I have from someone other than my husband and the nurse who watched over me after I had a CT Scan. We, too, had both been vaccinated. There may be life on the other side of this. I await anxiously for it to be a daily occurrence. I am grateful.
April 13, 2021
I will say that I haven’t written in the past few weeks. The death of RBG, no justice for Breanna Taylor and the realization that my rights and my daughter’s rights as women are potentially 🤬🤬🤬 took over. I cried uncontrollably everyday last week and went from rage to listless depression throughout each day. Somehow we finally made it to the weekend where we had plans to travel to visit friends. I saw two other families that are extremely dear to my heart. We all had separate cabins and stayed at a lovely place that allowed us to hike and roast lots of marshmallows. The kids who have been friends since birth practically rejoiced in seeing each other, ran in the woods and created their own outdoor play. It felt like a private magical world that I never wanted to leave. Of course I was afraid we were all killing each other with potential COVID but we stayed apart the best we could. Not enough but all outside. My hope is to jump from magical place to magical place to survive. We are going away in 2 weeks again with other friends and are now isolating as we are staying inside with friends. We plan to pod with my parents at Christmas and I can hug my mom for the first time since March.
September 30, 2020