Springing into – Covid 19?
Spring in the midst of a pandemic makes crocus spotting all the sweeter. When we are stuck staring at our friends via zoom and smearing our (husband’s iPhone) with greasy fingerprints because we’re all cooking at home, strolling outside becomes a luxury. We won’t take this fine spring day for granted! Recently, a friend sent a poem which reflects a similar state of being during the Scarlet Fever outbreak of 1900. They stayed in their p.j.’s and the house got messy because no one came for tea. Somehow they managed to get through it and we will too. I’m hopeful that my high risk parents will as well. My mom is in lock-down in her memory care facility and I can’t see her. Since she forgets to answer the phone and doesn’t use technology, my means of communicating with her has fallen to snail mail and I admit, I’m enjoying writing letters and telling her why she is SO AWESOME. If I don’t, she might forget. Some of these letters are featured on my blog with the hope that we’ll pick up our pens together and return to this age old, tried and true practice. At least we have the post office, and Amazon, and UPS and FedEx. This poem reveals how they were truly cut off during that outbreak, without any delivery services to convey their news. We’re fortunate today and everyday. Stay positive, stay well and keep writing.