My lovely neighbors brought me a delicious turkey dinner last night.
My lovely neighbors brought me a delicious turkey dinner last night.
It has been two weeks
two hollow, empty weeks
the quiet is deafening
my senses have gone into retreat
a hummingbird appeared today
seeking shelter on the balcony
watching me from his perch
wishing me back to life
Our Christmas tree is up!
I just realized that it has been almost one month since my last posting!
Covid continues to ravage the world. New restrictions in our area have finally mandated mask wearing in public spaces. The health system is being overwhelmed and positive numbers continue to climb. It is amazing to me that people have to be ordered to wear a mask...such a simple way to protect ourselves and others.
Our son Adrian tested positive for Covid and was isolated for 14 days. His isolation ended today and he will be able to enjoy two days of outdoor exercise to test his energy level before returning to work on Sunday Dec. 6th. Fortunately his symptoms eased after the first few days and his fiancé has not shown any signs of contracting the virus.
John and I sustained a fall during our walk on Monday but have managed to recover with just a few bruises to both body and psyche. He tripped over an uneven piece of pavement and managed to drag me with him...and onto him. It was a cushioned fall for me! Yesterday we enjoyed our usual walk along the Nikomekl River with no complaints from body parts.
I am continuing to volunteer at the Hospital Auxiliary thrift store for two afternoons each week. We are masked, the customers are masked and hand sanitizer is applied upon entry. The store provides major fund raising for the hospital and although our hours have been reduced (due to fewer volunteers during covid) we still have plentiful donations and patient customers who line up outside the store for whatever bargains they hope to find.
We are hopeful that 2021 will bring an end to the fear of contagion and we will be able to enjoy time with our loved ones.
I just realized that it has been a long time since I posted an update!
This morning I was surprised to view a gathering in the schoolyard that is adjacent to our building. It appeared that several people were clustered near soccer goal posts and others were scattered in the field. As I approached the scenario cleared. Either the teachers or the parents had created a pumpkin field strewn with small orange pumpkins. The people scattered in the field were actually scarecrows in a variety of scary disguises. It provided my smile for the day!!
The Elementary School soon filled with excited students who were released at regular intervals during the morning to collect a pumpkin and shake hands with a scarecrow!
Later in the day I managed to finish another painting...a portrait this time in a completely different style.
As I rounded the corner from our building this morning I could not believe my eyes! Silhouetted in the fog were two does and three fawns. They were nibbling at berries on the ground. One Mama watched me while the others kept eating. Cars came from every direction, slowing to a stop. For just a few minutes in Langley BC the focus was not on Covid or on Trump's antics. Negative feelings were replaced by a sense of awe as this beautiful family distracted us from the chaos of our world. No motorist stepped on the gas to hurry them along. We just watched until they finally sauntered back into the Nikomekl nature lands.
What a great visit!
My sister Dorothy and I sailed to the island to join our sister in Campbell River.
My sister Tara with Winnie, her brindle dachshund.
We played cards, Jenga, Tri-ominoes and enjoyed walks to the beach.
It is amazing!
The air has cleared and we are able to breathe again while walking!
The sun also decided to shine in the studio.
Our daily walks are taking place inside Willowbrook Mall in order to avoid inhaling the smokey air that has smothered the southern part of our province. We saunter past shops that have closed, others that have customers waiting outside and nervous employees wearing masks. It is a surprise to see that most of the people we pass are masked. All of the businesses have signs posted that highlight the number of customers allowed inside at any given time. I wandered into a new Winners store(masked) to check it out and chatted with the hand sanitizing attendant at the door. She said that they were allowed to have 300 customers. It is a huge store! Many smaller businesses allowed only 8-10 customers.
Covid didn't keep us inside but these smoke filled days with air quality(AQI) of 175...rated as "unhealthy" is definitely putting us at risk for an outdoor walk. This is slightly better than yesterday's rating of 183 which was considered "very unhealthy". It is unusual to wish for rain but I am hopeful that the skies will bring a downpour and clean our air soon!
Meanwhile Covid positive cases continue to climb in BC as well as hospitalizations. This is not a good sign for the months ahead as we approach the influenza season. We have maintained constant hand washing during the past six months and avoided close physical contacts. However there are still acquaintances who approach us without a mask, inside our two meter space and start talking. It is time to stop being polite Canadians and to tell them to "back off"!
The first one arrives before 7:00am each morning. Wearing a multi-colored crocheted touque and pushing a walker she heads straight to the recycling bins. A careful perusal of the bins usually yields several plastic pop and water bottles. With surprising strength she stomps on each one and crushes them to a compact size. It is obvious that the walker provides a vehicle to carry the large plastic bag of recoverables...but is not necessary to support her! From my vantage point it is impossible to guess her age.
The next "BINNER" arrives shortly after her and is disappointed in his search. He is riding a mobility scooter and has a large garbage bag that is almost full of plastics and cans. The bag sits on his lap as he moves on to the next site.
During the initial months of Covid most grocery stores refused to accept recyclables so many people tossed them into the bins. As a result the number of visits to our recycling bins has increased.
Other regulars arrive on foot, on bicycle and with grocery carts. One even has an improvised bicycle with a wagon attached. Some restrict their search to the recycling bins while others do a little dumpster diving as well. The residents of our two buildings are grateful that there is never any mess left behind.
Our library has reopened but it is not alive.
In pre-covid days the library served as a resting place for several homeless people who occupied the same seats every day. They read the daily newspapers and monthly magazines while quietly munching on a granola bar or dozing. Special needs people from the area would carefully find pieces for a jigsaw puzzle. Other locals were busy researching job opportunities on the library computers. Students sat at tables with homework assignments. Photocopied crossword puzzles from the newspapers were available for members (mainly seniors) to work on. Children enjoyed story time. There were even opportunities for Bird watchers to borrow binoculars and a birding guide.
The library wasn't a noisy environment but it was alive. It was vividly described by author Susan Orlean in "The Library Book". Libraries of today provide more than shelves of books. They offer a safe refuge for many, learning opportunities for others and social connections in a diverse community.
When the library initially reopened through the back door I had to request a book online, wait for online confirmation that it was ready for pickup and finally approach the back door with my library card number. A librarian would find the book and place it on an outside table in a paper bag for me to retrieve. Now I can enter the library wearing a mask, cleanse my hands, answer covid questions and retrieve my requested book...or even browse through the shelves in a silent, empty library.
I am hopeful that our library will come alive again after the threat of Covid has faded.
Almost six months of Covid and no end in sight. The other day John commented that our lives had not changed much as a result of this virus. His comment made me pause and reflect on the past six months.
The first impact was cancellation of our planned trip to Greece. It seemed likely that we would not see our extended family in Greece again. After that our daily lives changed dramatically.
Since relocating to Langley we had slowly been integrating into the community by attending fitness classes and regular visits to the weight room at our local community centre. Around mid-March both the community centre and the library closed. We lost social contact with our new acquaintances and the pleasure of regular browsing through library shelves.
John had become an active Hospice volunteer again and was looking forward to providing assistance to community members who were nearing the end of life. The Hospice Association was forced to cancel its contacts with patients.
I was volunteering at the Hospital Auxiliary thrift store for two afternoons each week but the store was among businesses that were deemed non-essential and was closed.
Coffee shops and restaurants were forced to offer takeout service only so there were no more leisurely visits while enjoying the aroma and flavors of our favorite menu items.
We came to admire Dr. Bonnie Henry and expected that the measures she put in place would protect us. Hand washing and physical distancing became our new way of life as our social sphere shrunk to just the two of us.
There were positive impacts from these past six months. As a result of no shopping, no eating out and no driving we spent less money on non-essentials and we enjoyed long walks every day. We explored our neighborhood, engaged ourselves in conversations that might not have taken place otherwise and returned home feeling energized. In lieu of purchased goodies there were home baked loaves of banana bread and cookies as well as delicious roasted vegetables and huge pots of healthy soup. Several paintings were also successfully completed
A scarey reminder of the virus happened about one month ago when John experienced extreme pain in his back and was unable to move. I called an ambulance and they whisked him away to the hospital. Due to Covid restrictions I was not able to be with him. We only have one phone so he could not call me. It was an excruciating eight hours later when I received a call from the hospital to pick him up. He had suffered a rare reaction to an antibiotic for a bladder infection. I couldn't stop thinking about the possibility that he could be hospitalized and I would never see him again.
So...on careful reflection...John's comment about our lives not changing with Covid could not be further from the truth!