I have written a lot about the Covid in recent months. It effects all areas of my life so it is what I think about and thus what I write about. But, I am bored with talking about it. I suppose I have gone through the grieving process for my life and what I had hoped to do enough that I am learning to accept the new normal. This is life. It isn't as pleasant as it once was, but still privileged and easy for the most part.
I have also thought a lot about white privilege and where I am on that. I will probably do some writing about that when I get my thoughts together. It is such a big thing and my ideas have changed and grown over time. But, it is too important a topic to me to just write some quickly dashed off piece that I haven't carefully considered.
I am soon back to full time daycare with the grandchildren. I love it, but the older I get, the more exhausting it is. I am pretty well committed to this until there is a vaccine. I can't see the only two grandchildren I will ever have going to daycare during a pandemic if I am capable of caring for them. During a pandemic, I don't have a lot of other options anyway when I consider it. But talking care of the baby girl is a new experience. I haven't experienced a lot of girls on an up close personal diaper changing level.
I almost re-homed the parakeets I got during the lock down. I think I am having allergies. I certainly had sinus problems that aren't completely gone. I got an air purifier which helps, but not completely. If I can't solve this issue I will have to look for a home for them. Then my house will be too quiet again. So, this is an issue.
I have failed to walk the imaginary dog a few more days than I would like lately. I just feel tired and it is hot. I am looking to motivate myself somehow. Hard to do.
I got my first tomato off my patio plant. If it would be the only one, it would be a $17 tomato. I think I will get a few more. My gardening skills are really lacking though. Even my onions are not looking good. I thought onions were one thing I could have success at. The rabbits have even eaten the hostas. I think the raspberry bush and the blackberry bush may survive, but I won't see fruit this year. My thyme, oregano, and mint are prospering, but I don't need much of those. All that watering for so little result.
My brother is coming today from Chicago. We are headed over to see my 99 year old mother. I am glad that we found a way to take her out of assisted living so that we can visit her and she might survive the virus. I think my sister and my mom are getting along okay. Terrible choices to make sometimes these days.
I am trying to consider going back to a weekday Mass next week so that I can receive Eucharist. It has been so long. I have watched the weekday Masses and they aren't too crowded, mostly empty, so perhaps I could take the risk. I will pray about it.
So, in summary. I am fine. My life is fine. I am not bored, but I am sometimes lonely. The problems that I have and I still have problems are tolerable for the most part. I am blessed, but given my fallen human nature, I am not always as happy as I should be for all the blessings in my life.
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