Multiflorous Monday

multiflorous ~ many-flowered

So here’s the thing. If you thought my life was boring before COVID-19, that was nothing compared to now.

Pretty much the only time I leave the house is to grocery shop – which has become more and more of a trial each week. The weather’s been pretty grey and crappy, but we did have one day nice enough to get outside and pick the sticks up off the front and back yard. Still too early to plant anything though, and I have to wonder if the stores are going to be getting any bedding plants in anyway.

The world seems to be divided into two types of people right now: those who follow the rules and observe social distancing, and those who think they’re impervious and the rest of us are making too big a deal out of this. It’s the latter group who need to grow up, pull their heads out of the sand, and start toeing the line or the pandemic will just keep dragging out.

I think the worst part is the uncertainty. As I mentioned on my other blog we have no clue how long this is going to last. Events that had been rescheduled for later in the summer are starting to get cancelled, as are events that had been scheduled for the fall. The government sets a time-line and constantly revises it.

On Saturday the daughter parked in our driveway so we could visit and give the grandbaby her Easter present. While it was nice to see my girls in person, it was hard not being able to give them a hug. We tried to video chat on Sunday for dinner, but the camera in my lap top wouldn’t work. We could see them, but they couldn’t see us. Still, I guess it was better than nothing.

I’ve been trying to keep busy – reading, writing, doing stitchery – and I’ve been watching more T.V. than I used to. I confess I’ve been getting hooked on the home renovation shows: Love It or List It, Love It or List It Vancouver (with properties costing 2 and 3 million dollars – what do these people do for a living?), Flip or Flop . . .

Got lots of books, lots of craft supplies, lots of electricity for my writing gizmos. I will survive, I’m sure.

So will we all.