It's been an emotionally trying week, with big worries about the health of people I care about. One of these is suffering the terrible after-effects of Covid. Friends, do not be blasé about this virus.
There have been good times, such as when my Colorado girls Face-timed me on Wednesday
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Lux |
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Cece sending me 13 emails, all consisting of photos of kittens |
my first fish and chips since March, bought click and collect from the best chippie in Bakewell - Catch32 -
and a fabulous walk with Liz yesterday morning - again above Chatsworth,
The walk began here:
And I am gradually reclaiming my study floor from the patchwork:
You would think I had nothing to be sad about. But yesterday afternoon I was so desperate and gloomy about the health of my friend I went to bed after lunch. I felt like my cabbages look:
I expect that the keen vegetable gardeners seeing this will be horrified at my lack of weeding, but what's the point in weeding when I cannot be bothered to deal with the slugs? Even watering the tomato plants and potato pots everyday is becoming a chore. I am not cut out for growing veg. I know that now. At least I tried it.
Lockdown has also taught me how much I like going to Quaker Meeting every week. And how much I miss having five minute chats with people I know and like but don't know well. I am a social animal. And a huggy person. Also, I need something to look forward to, and next year seems a long way away.
This week I came across this letter from E.B.White to and found it helpful.
3 comments:
Hanging on to the hat AND the hope this side of the ocean...and winding the clock almost every day!
sending you a virtual hug, Marmee. xx
Another wide, embracing hug of a post - thank you, Sue.
Cece is growing up, blossoming, passionate as ever. Kittens!
Today I’m baking, to replenish the feel-good stocks.
My contribution to order and steadfastness.
E.B White’s letter really hit the mark - timeless wisdom.
Thea xx
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