This past week I put my dog in the car and went up to Empire, Michigan to take pictures and look for pretty rocks and fossils. I wanted to see how well [she] travels. She did fine. I was a bit anxious, though, I didn't need to be. She did accidentally lock me out of the hotel room. I went to the car, which was parked right outside the door, jumped up on the door, and turned the dead bolt. Inside the room were my keys and my phone. Other guests called the owners several times. As soon as they got the voicemails, they phoned to say they would be there soon. It was cold and very windy up north, but I got a few good pictures. It was too cold to do any serious fossil hunting along Lake Michigan's shores. But going up there marked a further nudge into normalcy. I woke up this morning to find we had had our first frost, so it's time to bring in the green tomatoes in the hopes they will ripen on the counter top. And I promised a friend that I would collect marigold flowers and freeze them. Her daughter makes dye from them. I wonder how long this bubble of normal will last before a new variant scratches at our warped sense of reality.
November 3, 2021
Christmas was weird. I am used to a big family gathering and this year it was just the two of us. I did a video remote present opening with my kids, but it made me sad to realize how much we're missing. January looms. It's my least favorite month is the best of times, but this year (as everything is) it's worse. Cold and dark, the heart of the winter, nothing to celebrate. I'm feeling more house-bound than ever. All the activities that seemed adventurous and novel at the beginning of lockdown in the spring (baking, cooking) now hold no interest. I feel like I should be more productive, but right now I just can't.
December 30, 2020