Whenever I see a towering dead tree, its branches leafless and broken, they remind me of Saguaro cactus. This giant dead pine still towers among the trees that surround it.
After walking through her woods, Fate and I met our neighbor who was gardening. We stood on the dirt road only close enough so we could hear each other as we talked. How ordinary it was to have a casual, unhurried conversation with her face to face.
As strange as things still seem it amazes me how quickly we humans adapt. A few weeks and I almost feel like I’m getting used to living this way.
Last week when I saw Kelly in the Co-op I cried. Today I was joking about having to do all the food shopping instead of Jon.
I’m sure if we were in a city where the virus was quickly spreading it would be different. Stories from people trickle in about friends or relatives that live somewhere else and have the virus or died of it.
But here, from what I’ve heard, the hospitals are eerily quiet. I keep getting the feeling that the tide is going further and further out and I’m waiting for it to come in, unsure if it will be a tidal wave or not.
So I try to be more thoughtful about how I spend my time. To remember what’s really important. Aware that these may be the calm days before the storm.
But I think I’m getting used to that feeling of unknowing too. My life isn’t on hold, I continue to live it as fully as I can even in these strange and uncertain times.