Yet another quiet week. Right now it seems hard to imagine things ever going back to normal. Walking into a crowded Esquire on a Friday evening? Going for a wander and staying in a hotel? Welcoming a crowd of folks into our home for a house concert…hugging them all? The last thing we did before the shutdown was go to the Olney Memorial. It seems like another world now. Of course, it's almost fitting that the world changed when we lost David Olney.
I can't really complain about my day to day world. We are all healthy (well, except Ernie lol). I'm still working. The boys aren't working but are both getting income. We have plenty of food and drink. (Side note: Owen's been doing a lot of the shopping and is shocked by how much we spend on food.) We haven't killed each other…in fact we've had very little discord. Less than usual, probably. I think it's the protests and political posturing and bickering that is bringing me down, more than the actual virus. I feel such sorrow at what our country has become. It makes me fear for the future in a completely different way than the virus does.
In daily life today:
Leftovers for breakfast. Ground pork with asparagus, green onions and cabbage with soy sauce, sesame, red pepper flakes and a teeny drizzle of honey. Simple and not particularly beautiful but really good for dinner last night, and just as good for breakfast.
We planted the window boxes for our porch. Basil, sage, thyme, cilantro, parsley, love-in-a-mist and nasturtiums. Ernie started doing some weeding (God, I love him) but then we recalled he's not supposed to be in the sun too much because of the chemo so we trotted back inside.
And then there's this.