Sunday, March 22, 2020

Again With The Randomness

I glanced at the February 15 date of my last post and thought, huh... not all that long ago, but then realized it was a freaking year ago.  It's funny how even in a retirement community Sunday mornings are more quiet than other mornings.  And when it happens to be a gorgeously sunny 74 degree morning, cloudless sky, slight breeze fluttering the palm branches, mockingbirds all atwitter, I don't want to be anywhere except my front porch.  Felt like writing this morning, so here I am.

Like many others, I'm done watching network news.  I keep a local news app on my phone along with our county sheriff's emergency notifications, but other than Skyping and keeping in close touch with kids, we're isolating like nobody's businesss.  Personally, I am a very patient person and have no trouble with waiting, but when we don't really understand what we're waiting for?  To become sick? To hear that, God forbid, loved ones are ill? Seems perverted somehow. I don't like it.


So that's that.  I'm gonna take a break to grab some hand stitching to bring out here on the porch.  Did I mention how gorgeous it is outside?  Oh, here's an awkward and probably fuzzy photo of my front porch.  It's small, but I had James build us a bench for added seating and/or napping.  Mostly napping.  The oilcloth striped skirt is temporarily duct-taped until I decide how I want to make it permanent, but you get the idea. --cds

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