Things were beginning to settle down… or so I thought. January had really done me a once over and I thought for a minute there I was done for. February came along and provided some respite and allowed for some healing from the wounds January had inflicted. And then, along came March. Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot!!!
Who knew…? Who knew when March started that we would come under such a crazy massive assault before the month was half over? I was rehearsing a play. We were scheduled to open the 13th. On the 11th we received word that the theater might be shutting down and our show was on hold. On the 12th the run was cancelled. Well, that was a first.
My second grandson managed to squeak his birthday party in on the 14th before things started fraying. He had a few friends over, there was a bounce house, pizza and games. It was good. That won’t be the case for my third grandson whose birthday is the end of the month, nor will my granddaughter be able to celebrate her birthday the following week. We’ve talked about having their birthday celebrations later in the year, but have no idea when. Plans are being made with pencil, rather than pen.
My friend sold her condo here at the beginning of the month and bought a condo the following week in Vegas. She roomed with me for two weeks and then moved earlier this week, just as things were falling apart here and she is now sheltering in place there, not able to get out much to explore. I told her this would allow her time to unpack at a leisurely pace. She’s a social person, though, and wasn’t thrilled with that response.
That has been one upside for me. I’m a hermit, for the most part. I’m an introvert and don’t have a problem staying indoors away from people. I have coffee, I have wine, I have cheese and crackers, books, TV, and internet. I have toilet paper! It’s all good. Well, I say that now… This will be a test for me to see how long I actually can go before I too become stir crazy. Stay tuned.
It has been crazy, though, these few days, weeks. The virus was making news earlier in the year, but it was there, not here. And then it was here. Wait… what? Numbers are going up, restrictions are being imposed, stress is tangible. I find myself getting worked up and then I remember… I’ll be ok, whether I stand or fall, I’ll be ok. I am not my own. I have a guiding light. Of course, that light would probably require that I leave my hermit cave… Stay tuned.
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