When I looked out of the bedroom window this morning, the sight that met my eyes was more snow. Today marks the third day in a row of snow fall. To be honest, I expected to still see winter upon our return, but this seems a bit of overkill. Again, I got dressed in order to go outside and clear off the walkway in front of our house and in our backyard. Once that was done, my wife and I decided to enjoy the sunshine that appeared with tea on our back deck. We needed to wear our parkas and gloves, but the tea in the sunshine was well worth it.
As for news on the Covid 19 front, I have none to share. I have limited my searching through the media in hopes of finding out something new. The bad news will be still waiting for me tomorrow should I decide to catch up on the news. A few phone calls to family have taken place. And several flurries of chats with other family members had helped fill in some of the hours. Now, here it is near the end of the afternoon and I find that the day has somehow managed to race away. I have to admit that I don’t find time dragging on at all. If anything, there still isn’t enough time to do everything I want to accomplish. It’s strange.
Today is day seven of our quarantine in our home on the prairies. This first week has raced by making our heads swirl. I have to admit that it has been easy for a host of reasons. However, the prime reason for it being so easy is the fact that I am not alone. A secondary reason is likely due to the fact that I am introvert who easily gets lost in the stories that I am in the process of writing. A third and final reason would be the fact that our children, and grandchildren, extended family and an assortment of friends near and far, along with neighbours make sure to remain in frequent contact using technology. I have to admit, I am blessed.
Earlier today, I created an online chat group for my five oldest grandsons for the purpose of posting my “bedtime” stories. It took only minutes once it was in place for several of them to begin chatting to each other across national borders. I have committed to posting twice weekly stories for them to listen to, a hark back to the past when I would tell them stories, usually with a bit of spookiness, when they were at our place or when I would visit at their places when they were young. So far, so good. First episode is posted and the second is written and ready to be recorded.
Due to the shovelling of snow, the several communication ventures and assorted phone calls, I never did manage to add to the Naturist Novel. I did, however, add significantly to the Family Covid 19 Pandemic Journal which will become a vivid reminder of these strange and somewhat scary times.
How has your day been? Do you have a support group to allow you to feel connected in these trying times of social isolation? I hope so. If not, reach out and be there for someone else. The personal rewards will be well worth the effort.
Be well, be safe, and stay the f*ck at home.