My Covid Experience

 I listen to friends talk about their covid experience. Most talk about the isolation, fear, and depression.

My personal experience was highlighted by hospital outdoor covid tests in my car in the cold and rain.

I spent hours at home making French knots on hats, reading, and sleeping. Oh, I also had both my knees replaced during the pandemic. There was a lot of pain, physical therapy, and drugs. One good note, because of Covid, I had a large single room at the hospital for one night after each surgery. My covid experience had using an antique walker, crutches, and falling in love with my rented ice machine. It was true love between me and the machine that I used for a month at home after each operation. The quiet of our house was soothing, and my husband turned out to be a wonderful nurse. My recovery was long, and at times very challenging. My surgeon was fabulous, and coached me through each surgery.

Home was a healing place for me. I smuggled into the coach and felt the warmth of my home. Home is where the heart should be. 

Keeping my mind Coureous

I have a very active and curious mind. Sometimes, I use my 5 year old mind to see another side of the my young and creative self.

Today, I heard a loud knock on the window. From the loud sound, I thought a hawk crashed into my window. Turned out to be a young robin. He was lying on his back with his yellow feet up into the air.

I gently turned him over, and watched him breathing very heavily. I got a shoe box and and very gently put him in the box. I gave him a soft petting between his wings to let him know everything would be ok. Glenn advised me to bring the bird and box inside to let it warm up. We put a box onto of the shoe box. Our indoor cat Becky, knew something was up and she wanted a part of it. So, the box was moved up to the console table. After about a hour, I took him and place the box with the bird on our front desk. The next I I check, he was gone. The box had tiny soft feathers in it. I was so happy that I was able to save him. I do hope he comes back in the warm spring and stops by to say hello.

 

March 14 2023

First major snow storm N'EASTERNER is going on out my window.

Water, Ice. Wind, and of course Snow.

Sitting at my desk and watching weather. I love watching weather.  Love watching the clouds expend, disappear, change colors, and flying away into the the atmosphere. 

I have been cleaning out old books, tie die hair wraps, old frames, older scarfs, etc, etc, and etc.

This unpaid job is a lot of work. We filled over two large liquor store boxes with books.

Pictures, what do you do with thousands of pictures. I did throw out some baby picture unknow subjects, I put the majority of pictures (old) are in books. But not all, So, I filled an old "interoffice Envelope"  are really fabulous folders to put paper into. Not the really icky, dirty ones... only the ones with a good life in  them.

Bob Marley is singing and giving me a relaxing mood during this internment.

The beat rocks me slowly, slows me down. 

Life was at a slower pace. People worked hard, strenuous  and long hours. But news was slow also.  Think of it? A world without cell phones, telephones, fast foods and oh yes, cars, planes, and space ships.

I am definitely a 20th century woman. I loved the times, experiences and the fucking adventures.

 

March 2, 2023...Cold/Rain/Snow Winter Drags On

Home bound for most of this season. Avoiding crowds, wearing masks in risky places, and not being social.

I am a quiet inward introvert who talks to strangers, little children and dogs. I don't like very many group activities. I hate card games. I avoid receptions. I am happiest outside walking with one person. 

Winter is my quiet time. This winter we have had summer, spring and artic weather. Cold one day, and 60 degrees the next day. Strong winds knocking down old trees, and blowing snow drifts. 

I am happy alone with my thoughts. I love to write, walk with my camera, and look at art in museums.