John got me started on Wordscapes, and also introduced me to Alexa's Question of the Day. (with a bonus question if I answer the first one correctly) Every day, Alexa tells me how long my play streak is, and I'm reminded painfully that I started when I returned from New York in July. So, today it's been 159 days since I've seen my grandson in person.
This ornament came in the mail this morning--a lovely gift from my New Yorkers. It shows the moment when I first got to snuggle 2 month old Grandson after my 14 day quarantine and negative Covid 19 test. You can't imagine the feelings! Now he's an active, wiggly, personable, stubborn and joyful baby, versus the infant I was holding those many, many days ago. Under normal circumstances I would have been back to visit for the holidays or my children would have come west. However, our new reality is the "surge upon a surge" that my kids were so afraid of and (no surprise) is both here and there. I would have been flying home tomorrow, yikes! With the numbers where they are, it's a guarantee that several or many of my fellow passengers would be infected with the virus. On another note, I hoped that after the election, life would go back to normalish, and that many people would regain their sanity. I believed that facts, logic and reason would triumph in the end. Now I'm wondering if our world will ever be ordinary or predictable again. I miss boring!
Perhaps some new plants would cheer me up? Last year my cyclamen did well on my porch, close to my house. In 2020 I put them by the edge of the garage where they're fighting to survive. (and not succeeding)
In spite of people's craziness, the worsening pandemic and vaccine issues, the ongoing election tumult, and the torrential rain, my tulips always break ground this time of year. They are fierce and hardy, just like I want to be, but am not.
