It’s Boxing Day in Canada. It is snowing again, and the wind is blowing in from the northeast. The house is quiet with the exception of soft piano music that banishes the early morning silence of Boxing Day. I have finished the research needed for the last part of the Crusader novella that is all finished except for a rewrite of the last chapter. It is a writer’s kind of morning. Within all likelihood, the novella will be ready for the New Year. It’s also a morning for just wondering about the future.
The afternoon is all about online family activity with games and virtual visiting. With Covid putting an end to visiting once summer and outdoor gatherings became history, I have likely managed to see more of my grandchildren through virtual activity and video chats than I would have seen of them in a normal year.
Regardless, there is nothing like having a little one crawl into your bed to have a morning talk with a grandparent, or hugging your adult children, just because. From all that one can hear, it appears that a more normal world will be here by the end of the next outdoor season because of the vaccine. That will mean travel to our children’s homes. However, other travel will continue to be put on hold until the aftermath and fallout of Covid19 has begun to settle giving rise to new normals in other parts of the world. I don’t imagine that we will leave North America until 2022.
How has your world changed? How have you adapted to the changes?
I’m lucky to have seen my grown up children under our brief Christmas respite but this ongoing living alone, working alone, being alone is certainly taking its toll. We’ll be hard at work for a while methinks trying to remember how to be ‘normal’ again.
What is going to be normal is yet to be learned. Thanks, Don.