I just realized this morning that it has been two months since my last post...two months of Omicron! Christmas was a non-event. I had shared a pre-Christmas celebration with Adrian and Marika and three days later they tested positive for Covid. My travel plans to Vancouver Island were cancelled due to the possibility of carrying the virus to family on the island. I stayed home with a pasta dinner on Christmas Day. Fortunately I did not contract the virus. Adrian and Marika struggled with lasting symptoms for two weeks.
Then I had to make a decision about my travel plans to Puerto Vallarta. After much agonizing I decided to cancel the flights. My sister and her husband, desperate for warm weather after Christmas, decided to head south in their motorhome to Arizona. So life has been quite solitary for these first weeks of January.
I am extremely grateful to share coffee visits every 3-4 weeks with Susan, my long time friend. These occasions give me the opportunity to talk with another adult, reminisce and share our covid experiences. Regular FaceTime conversations with my special people in Puerto Vallarta lift my spirits. Emails and telephone chats ease the loneliness. Daily walks are a necessary tonic and were sadly missed during the week of snow and ice. This combination of living alone and isolating from others can be very unsettling.
My sister who had the brain tumor removed has experienced a resurgence of symptoms and has decided to have radiation treatments. She will travel next week from Campbell River to Surrey for treatments and I will live with her at my other sister's house for the duration of her stay.
Throughout this epidemic I have managed to continue painting in a sporadic way. There is so much time to fill but not much inspiration in the air.
