Several of the online publications that I regularly read have had lengthy articles about “pandemic fatigue” recently. But none of them have any real suggestions. So, I will operate in my usual mode. “Hope for the best, but plan for the worst.”
My friends (and I) are absolutely giddy with our new freedom to go to the grocery or to the drugstore. One friend went to the drugstore and stocked up with enough supplies to last until January. I know that I am going to lay in some pantry provisions that will see me through another really bad patch. Some future time when our kitchen will be down 8 cooks and when grocery delivery slots are had to come by. Not to mention the very real possibility of civil unrest, disruption of the food chain, Martian invasion.
A trip to Trader Joe’s is what passes for Adventure Travel in my world.
Speaking of my world.
My friends and I were having a surreptitious birthday celebration yesterday. Figured that the art room was big enough for 6 old women to spread out. And what did we find in the entrance of the art room but a big “pre-owned” funeral wreath. A local funeral home dropped it off to cheer up the old people! It really isn’t unusual. We get a lot of flowers from funerals, weddings and corporate events. Well, the wedding flowers and corporate event flowers – not so much anymore. But still funeral flowers.
Our birthday parties used to be very festive affairs. We wore our “lady” clothes. Had dinner in the “Formal Dining Room”. This time we had cake out of green plastic boxes. We didn’t sing Happy Birthday. We wore our comfy pandemic clothes. We had a wonderful time. It’s friends (and cake) that matter.
Gratitude
Grateful for books and audiobooks. As my eyes get older, I am especially grateful for audiobooks.
Mālama pono
A good choice for a team mate.
Let’s hope.