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Sunday, April 5, 2020

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?