Another week? Seems longer…

I’m such a loner.  The “isolation” of this virus hasn’t bothered me a bit.  We Garden at this time of year, starting seeds and breaking up new ground for planting, and that’s just what I’ve been doing.  Other than wearing mask and gloves when I grocery shop at 7am, not much has changed around here.  I sort-of started Spring Cleaning, kind of, which is totally normal for me.  What has bothered me is how Time is Warped right now… Every week seems like a year and the days lumber along slowly — what day is it, again?

I know that many of you are concerned about my daughter.  She and her family are doing well, thank-you.  If you are friends with her on facebook you can see for yourself.  We stay in touch and there’s not much else that can be done right now.  In order to keep a handle on my anxiety, I stop and Practice the Presence more often and that’s a Good Thing.

We had some storms fly through last night and tornadoes touched down about 10 miles from here, both sides of the river, just adding to the Stress on our First Responders.  With All my Heart and Soul, I am sending Love and Strength their way.  The clean-up efforts will only compound the hazard of spreading the virus.  Please stay safe if you are inclined to help, and Bless you for it.

This week I’m starting a series of posts about the “genealogy” of our house and grounds, aka Sonnystone Acres.  We continue to garden and I post at Growing Every Season on Thursdays.  I’ll try to be friendlier over at the facebook, but you can always call or text or email, as well.

Peace

 

 

Learning Patience…or trying to…

Last week seems like a year…

I didn’t realize that the Jose’ fam had been out to see Riverdance on the 13th just before they shut Broadway down.  I asked that Melissa delay her visit until they had been isolated for 2 weeks.  She readily agreed, expressing her concerns for me.  I was wracked with guilt that I had to disappoint her kids, who you know I love beyond words, but I felt it was best for all.

Here in Eville, my daughter-in-law’s trip was cancelled, but I went ahead and had the Jr. girls over to play.  I was thinking that the risk from Evansville was not as great.  It’s true that we’ve not had any tests here until a couple of days ago when there was one person who tested positive, but that’s because we didn’t get any tests until last week.  We are now under Strict quarantine, refusing to let the Jr girls visit, either, but I don’t think that’s making anybody feel better.

The New Yorkers are under SuperStress right now.  Both Melissa and Eric are immunocompromised and Melissa’s job is at risk.  There is no bailout for them, yet the bills have to be paid.  All I can do is continue to send Love and Peace her way and not add to the tension she must be feeling.

My trip to England, scheduled for the Queen’s Birthday celebration in June, will undoubtedly be cancelled.  I’m pretty sure the airline will waive change fees and let me reschedule eventually, but it’s a major disappointment.  Royal Ascot sent my tickets out with a message that they will promptly refund if the meet is called off.  Britain has been super-slow responding to this pandemic so I have just written off the trip until next year…if there is one.  God Save the Queen!  I’d sure like to see her before she checks out.

How dare I whine like this! I feel so guilty about my constant anxiety.  Unfortunately, worry is not rational and many of us who are just fine are still waking up with fear.   Stay Strong, Friends.

To Those of you working essential jobs:  You are the salt of the Earth–Bless you!

We’re all in this together…We are All One…

Peace

P.S. The Garden Blog has been revived.

 

 

A Collective Moment

We’re All feeling it, though some are scared and others defiant.  All of us are affected by the shut-down of schools, libraries, museums.  I still don’t get the run on toilet paper and groceries, but my usual grocery pick-up order from Walmart was cancelled because they ran out of stock.   I made my way down to Schnucks and the IGA today and witnessed for myself the empty shelves.  The workers are somewhat stunned from the long lines and the supply trucks have been diverted to larger stores, so they’re not sure when they’ll be able to restock.  Crazy.

Yes, there have been so many reactions of this pandemic. My heart goes out to the healthcare workers and their families on the front line of this epidemic.  I am so grateful for their selfless service.  Our governor is doing a good job of handling things here in Indiana and I’m hoping that other state governments have stepped up, too.

Life here at Sonnystone has always been a bit like “self-isolation”, so it hasn’t changed much.  Seems to me that it’s a good time to Practice Being Present.  We are fine and so are our loved ones. We are grateful beyond words for our health and wealth.  No dark imaginings, we are distancing from fear or worry. There are books to read, Netflix to watch, music is everywhere.  Right Here, Right Now I breathe in Love and breathe out Peace.  Now Smile.  Really, make yourself Smile…it’ll do you a World of Good.

Since getting back from Florida we’ve planted potatoes, onions, and peas, brought out the over-winters, and started work in the  Peace/Bird Garden.  I’m ready to Revive my Garden Blog this week andsSince you will have a little time on your hands, you’ll want to follow along.

Remember this from “Desiderata”

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams

it is still a Beautiful world.

Be Careful.  Strive to be Happy.

 

Peace, dear Readers

 

Weekly Wrap-up

I would say that this has been the Best Birthday Week Ever, but I’ve had some pretty good Birthday Weeks so I’ll simply say that I’ve had Another Best Birthday Week.  Starting on the 23rd  with the Monorail Crawl (going from the Polynesian to the Grand Floridian to the Contemporary stopping for Rum Drinks and Birthday wishes), and ending up on  the evening of the 28th riding the Rise of the Resistance in Galaxy’s Edge, it has been charmed.

Oh, the weather was cold and windy, but we Laugh in the face of Weather.

While we were in central Florida we visited Aunt Shirley in Melbourne, staying the night with Cousin Kim.  I want to visit them every month or so now, though their weather was no better.

I was thinking about all the different Jos I’ve been–a different person every year celebrating Birthdays 1-67.  Not all of mySelves were Great, but each one brought its own gift.   You couldn’t pay me to be 20 again…but 40 was nice…  Oh, well, she’s in here somewhere..

We cruised on home yesterday, already thinking about going back.  I haven’t gone through all of the pictures of the trip yet, so I’ll do a Travelogue-type post later this week.

Peace

Not much…

The last two weeks have been filled with six dentist appointments, lots of pain meds, several emotional outbursts, and I’m still not done.  What can I say?

My dentist and his assistants are just the best people, though, and I’m so grateful for their professionalism and kindness.  We have worked as a team to get this all done before my Birthday next Sunday.

This coming week Samantha and I will have Our Brrday party before she has her own kidsfest at GattiTown and I have my own celebration at…who knows where?

I hope you’re having more fun than I am…

Peace

Weekly Wrap-up

On Monday we went down to the library to get our passports.  First off, I realized after we got there that I had put my ID in another purse, so we went back home to pick it up and returned.  We had filled out our applications, but my printer had cut part of the bottom off, so they gave us some new ones and we re-filled them.  We wrote out our checks and they commenced to taking pictures.  She managed to get a better-than-my-drivers-license photo in three snaps.  Casey moved to the white wall, took off his glasses and didn’t smile.  They took several snaps, but the printer could not make out a face.  She took some more, still just a ghost picture to the printer.  We carried on for a while, moving him over to another wall, turning off the lights, turning off the flash…he was just a cloud.  Finally we gave up.  She said we’d have to go to a CVS or Walgreens and get one there.

We set out for the nearest CVS where the handsome young man grabbed the camera and found it needed batteries.  He went in search of and came back and said it had to be charged for an hour, sorry.  We went to the next Walgreens where the cashier said they couldn’t help us until 2pm (it was noon).  Onward to another CVS and I’m getting pretty gripey, but whatcha gonna do?  The girl at the CVS was helpful, but she, too, got Ghost!!  It’s called the Santa Claus effect because his beard and hair are so damn white.  I felt like his cheeks and face were red enough to stand out, but…  CVS girl was younger and knew her camera better than the library ladies.  She adjusted a few things and we got a nice picture of a face.  We raced back down to the library and our applications were submitted.  Finally.  It kinda took the fun out of it…

We are planning a trip to London in June.  I’m there to see the Queen and I hope I’ve not waited too long.  If you know me at all, you know I’ve obsessed with the latest Royal Family news.  It has literally sickened me and I don’t want to talk about it and I wish I’d quit thinking about it.  I will tell you more about our London trip as it draws closer, but I’m currently planning a Birthday Week Jaunt to Florida, leaving in 35 days…   One Trip at a Time.

I’m studiously avoiding Any Sort of News and I’ve read three books, written thousands of words, planted my Wardian Case, played the piano, and listened to music. That’s not just to get my mind off the State of the World Today, but also to keep my anxiety down about an upcoming Root Canal.  Fun, huh?  I dread it with the worst dread of dreads.  I have duties with Olivia and Samantha this week, so I put it off until the 29th.  These little pains are coming way too often to suit me.

The diversion of the bird garden has lived up to my expectations, though I’ve no pictures to show for it.  Our suets are especially popular with the hairy and downy woodpeckers.  We watch chickadees, tufted titmice, wrens, cardinals galore, and a couple of indigo buntings.  We have a warm-water birdbath that they all flock to.  It’s a joy.

Because I had so many appointments last week I didn’t get much done over at the Ancestry Blog and what I did write I am completely re-writing.  We’re to the Revolutionary War, a conflict I always found boring.  It’s much more interesting now that I realize they were fighting right on our ancestors’ land and that many of the Patriots were neighbors.  I love the research, but it doesn’t get the writing done.

 As I slog through all these Patriots, I don’t lose sight of the fact that there were 600,000 human beings being held as slaves in 1776, and hundreds to thousands were owned by Casey’s and my ancestors (yes, even the Maynes had slaves and they sure didn’t free them).  The Founding Fathers saw fit to count them as 5/8 human, as possessions.

I confess to white woman guilt.  I believe the best we can do is Right Now: Love Your Neighbor as Yourself, and Forgive Everybody (including yourself).  The Obamas made MLK Day into a Day of Service to Others.  It’s a Good way to celebrate Dr. King’s Life.

Peace

 

 

Sunday Report

As we took down the Christmas decorations and cleaned, I just had to move around the furniture.  Clears the mind…

It’s harder than I thought to buy houseplants in the winter.  I traipsed around town looking in the usual spots– grocery floral departments– and even tried a new place (to me) Fresh Thyme, but found nothing.  Finally I went down the street to my neighborhood store and bought an orchid and a kalanchoe.  Later I went by Zeidler Floral and picked out some tiny plants for my Wardian case and a lovely jade plant just because.

I’m still on the lookout, so if you know a good spot to shop, tell me!

Mostly, though, I have slaved over at the Ancestry blog writing up Casey’s family.  Remember last year when I started my subscription to ancestrydotcom and said I’d use it for about six months and let it go?  Well, my last post was in July and I was just about to cancel it when I decided I should give Casey’s family a shot.  I started seriously studying in October, but there was so much research to be done—300 years of it — and then came the holidays so I decided to wait until Now to write it up and get it published.

I plan a series of a dozen or so posts and I probably should publish them weekly, but I’m in love with the story and don’t think I can hold back.  I tried to post four last night, but it didn’t go well and I was up until 3am un-doing and re-doing.  >sigh<  One at a time will work best…

So I cordially invite you to visit All My Ancestors and follow along as I trudge through another January digging up the roots o our Family Tree…

Start right here with Preface

Peace