- 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?
 
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