How are you all doing with this forced time for yourself?
Are you bored with yourself yet?
For the last month I’ve had the perfect time for writing,
but, alas, I’ve only written 1300 words on my latest novel. At this rate, I’ll
be writing this book for the next two years! And, as you can see, it’s been
over a month since my last blog in which I wrote about marrying Stewart. We’ve
been newlyweds over five weeks now, but no writing.
For a positive spin on this coronavirus isolation, my sister
Donna arrived just before our wedding planning to visit for a week or so, and,
lo and behold, she’s still here because it’s not safe for her to go back to Fairfield,
CT where there’s a heavy concentration of the virus. She’s in the high-risk
category being that she’s over eighty and has diabetes so staying here is her
best bet. Stewart and I are not arguing about it! |
| The two of us some years ago |
So here we sit, three old people with lots of time on our
hands and no place to go. For all the time Donna’s been here, we could have
taken her to Mt. Airy, the beach at Wilmington, Kitty Hawk, any number of
places she’s never been to, but no, we just sit here and look at each other. I
will say, this is the most time Donna and I have spent together since she got
married in 1958 and we’re enjoying it. At times nerves get a little frayed, but
then we’re sisters and that happens. I’m truly going to miss her when the time comes for
her to go back home.
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| Our younger days |
Speaking of going/coming home, my bluebirds are back! They’ve
been very busy going in and out of the birdhouses on the porch and every time they
come around, Charlie, my parakeet flies to the window to watch them, talk with
them, and show them that he, too, can fly, albeit inside the house.
So there’s some semblance of normalcy during our
quarantine. Thank heavens the bluebirds haven’t been quarantined!
Quote of the Day: Isolation is a way to know ourselves. Franz
Kafka
