After a
deluge of cold rain, we had a warm, sunny day. When I looked out my window, I saw
the grass turning green. When I walked the dog, I heard birds chirping, geese
honking, and squirrels barking. I saw irises popping out of the ground and tall
grass surrounding the solar lights that line the sidewalk. Weeds and wildflowers
were taking over my flowerbed. At night, I heard the occasional owl hooting, the
peeping of tree frogs, a chaotic drone of various insects, and coyotes howling.
Animals
that had been dormant for several months made their presence known. An adventurous
blacksnake slithered across the road. After a long winter with a
record-breaking cold snap, life awakened and surrounded me with its presence.
I, too,
have been dormant for the past year. I’ve stayed at home so much that it’s an
adventure to drive to town to check the mail at the post office. I have been
getting several months to a gallon of gas.
Since
Christmas, I’ve been working on getting my office back in order. I’ve pause to
go through some of the old photos. I often smiled at the younger versions of
“us.” Some photos brought back poignant memories that bring tears to my eyes.
As if
my thousands of photos weren’t enough to deal with, we found two big boxes of
Ream family photos. I worked for a full day just trying to bring some order to
the jumble of photos. I learned quickly that an only child has about a hundred
times more photos taken than when you have five brothers and two sisters.
Life
has begun to gradually change. My mom spent a few days with us and some of my
family dropped by to visit. The next day, we had more company. As we sat around
drinking coffee and telling stories about old times, it was almost as if the
pandemic was just one of those long nightmares and we were slowly awakening
from it.
Oddly,
I was handling the alone time quite well until I had company twice in one week.
Then, the house seemed too quiet, and I felt an empty place in the pit of my
stomach.
My
tasks multiplied as I tried to catch up with my volunteer work. I’ve spent
hours working on the SBW website and trying to complete a project for the past
president that should have been finished nine months ago.
I’ve
had two conference calls, and a Zoom meeting within the last two weeks—for
three different groups. Funny how Zoom has become a part of the new normal.
The
Zoom meeting was our first Walk to End Alzheimer’s meeting. Yeah, I’d like to
meet people face-to-face, but there’s something to be said about being comfy at
home and still get the business done.
I’m
wondering how I’m going to fit my volunteer work into my schedule. I have so
much to do that the hours just fly by. It seems that I have a full time job
without a lunch hour, breaks, or regular working hours. It is not unusual for me to look at
the clock and realize it’s nearly midnight and I haven’t done anything to relax.
I
recently heard a speaker who said that to deal with stress, especially during
the pandemic, we all need a creative outlet. No matter what time of day (or
night) I have a break, I pick up my ukulele and randomly strum chords, or run
through a few songs. Either way, ten minutes of singing or playing my uke will
bring my stress to a manageable level.
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