the disasters befalling many we're tight on money but overall comfy and happy in the lives we created for ourselves before Covid. Being able to go fishing, and chat with friends by various means, is what my 80-year-old husband needs to keep him happy, so that's baked into our recipe. Missing being with our family is the big exception, of course, but they're happy too, businesses going okay, they're staying well knock wood.
We're on a rural hill here in GA, lots of woods and calm. Yesterday a fox trotted by the window where I sat reading and watching a squirrel planting a new hickory forest (he thinks!) in what was once a little rose garden -- before the deer got to it and I decided it was time to replant with less edible shrubs. I've decided I can add another climbing rose, or two, though, to keep the out-of-reach survivor company.
Before long we'll head down to our ancient mobile home in Florida for the winter, where neighbors will stroll over and we'll pull chairs out on the lawn (i.e., mowed green stuff) by the marsh and chat.
Oh, not quite least, last week I learned that the startlingly sudden and rapid crippling of my hands and wrists from rheumatic disease not only hadn't progressed to serious joint damage yet but that the current flare symptoms should disappear over the next few months on medication. Kind of alarming when opening a zip-lock bag becomes a job for Super Husband.
In any case, the miracles of modern medicine have rescued us, and turns out I will be able to finish painting the sunroom in FL myself -- something I blew off last spring because I felt like it but am now looking forward to.
And vaccines are coming.
Stay safe and well, everyone.
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