In Six Weeks We Will…

It would seem that at some point the trees will have leaves, the peonies will bloom, and Piper the dog will still be very very stoic.

Today has been good in our little corner of the world.

Branching out from our little corner, though, things are less good.  An elementary/middle school classmate of mine, mom of three who had direct exposure through her work, has tested positive.  My youngest nephew’s grandather-in-law, whose daughter (that would be my nephew’s mother in law if you really want to see every nook and cranny of the road I’m on) is another middle school classmate of mine, has been hospitalized for a possible stroke.  They are unable to be with him in the hospital, because COVID.  Those are long sentences, but all I’m really saying is all of this is starting to feel closer to home.  And I desperately want an easy button to make this all better.

I just finished facetime with two of my faves, both people I didn’t know three years ago and met mainly thanks to coincidence.  One of them said something to the effect of: I find I am more anxious when I realize I am waiting for things to go back to how they were. I am the least anxious when I realize I just need to stop waiting and just see how things are going to be different in the future.

As I’ve said before, I think it’s the not knowing how things are going to be different in the future that taxes me.  I do not like subjectivity.  I like concrete answers.  Those simply do not exist in these days.  Everything is speculation.  Everyone has an opinion.  But it seems to me the hard to swallow truth is nobody knows what life is going to look like six weeks from now.

Odd times we’re living in.

Be Well, Friends.