Flypaper thoughts: well we are still here version

• Needless to say we are all still homebound
• On some level I am enjoying it
• There is a relief in limits
• Got to remember that when this is done
• I am working with what I can find in the house
• Turns out I can find a lot
• Turns out good thing I never kondo-ed my life
• Clutter, particularly in my sewing room
• Is what you live off of in hibernation
• These notions, this fabric, these patterns
• Are to me what nuts are to a squirrel
• Something to live off of until spring
• We are making masks
• Like crazy people
• For the nursing homes, for the food bank, and even for some of my daughter's patients
• My husband has gone into full obsessive mode
• Developing systems and timing his unit production
• Sometimes that guy is my hero
• Food comes slowly by delivery
• We are cooking what we have on hand
• Simple
• I am noticing that all the selfie shots in social media
• Are now replaced by pictures of people doing things with their households
• More pictures of kids not being rushed around
• Board games
• Cards
• Baked bread
• The dog and the cat
• Notice how much people are not missing
• Not the stuff but the people
• I try to not think about that part
• I have one family in California on the other side of a border I can't cross
• I can't get closer that a few meters to my grandchildren just a few streets away
• I have another son who is thankfully in this country for once but I can't go visit
• Will he be gone when I can?
• These are little hardships
• My big lesson from these weeks is that I already have every thing I need
• And everyone
• How much of our baggage have we laid down during this?
• How much do we not really need?
• How much do we really not need?
• How clear it is what is precious
• Like the FaceTime chats with a one-year-old
• Like the fact of living with a hero
• Like the kindness of my neighbours
• Of women on bikes dropping elastic off at my door
• Or the sight of a neighbour who carries an ancient dog outside for the fresh air
• Wrapped in blankets and immobile in a cart
• But with his nose lifted to the smells of the breeze
• How beautiful is that?