Thursday, March 26, 2020

Covid Jounal, Day 12: Quiet

43 this morning--again!--but the sun is out and it's a beautiful day.

We checked our supplies this morning. So far, so good. We still have a couple gallons of milk in the freezer, a loaf of bread and flour and yeast to make more, the order of big rolls of tp came the other day. I stocked up on apples and oranges, celery and carrots so we're good there. The lettuce may not be good much longer, but the lettuce bed is growing fast so we may have our own homegrown soon.

I wish we could get some garden planted but more rain is in the forecast for the next couple of days. Some of the seed I ordered last week arrived today so I can at least get those started.

Larry is still working on repair jobs, and I have gotten back to some unfinished painting projects, mostly small things. We have three pieces of furniture for the antique mall so we will drop those off soon. Since the mall is closed I feel safe going in, for a short visit anyway. I haven't been out for a good while so we may take a little drive just to see how things are looking. Might head north and see if we can find more creasy greens, or south and see if the ramps and morels are up.

We had a lovely video chat with our son in Miami and his family last night. That was so nice! Seeing their faces and smiles just made my day. Thinking about doing this more often, and maybe posting a few videos online during poetry month of me reading my poetry. That would mean make-up and nice clothes though, wouldn't it? I've been wearing work clothes and no make-up at home, so "dressing up" would be a change!

There are currently four cases of the virus in our county, but I don't know exactly where those are. Feeling for those family. Most people are following the rules and staying home.

Have you noticed how there are no jet trails in the sky now? I admit I love that. When I moved here there was rarely an airplane in the sky, but in recent years there is always a trail in the sky. In the evenings, it is sooooo quiet when we sit outside. There's little traffic here at the busiest of times, but now it's almost non-existent. The mailman, UPS or FedEx, maybe a neighbor on a four-wheeler and that's about it. It's still more than we had when I moved here. Back then, only our neighbor a mile away and our vehicles were the only ones to be seen on our hill, and sometimes weeks could go by without anyone passing. We didn't have mail, the school bus, or the delivery services out here then as the road was often unpassable. I often miss those quiet days. Today is a nice reminder of how it once was.

I think that's about all the news from here!

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  1. I was thinking along the same lines, Sue. Mum and Dad never went out anywhere when we were kids as there was not the money for such luxuries. What food didn't come from the garden used to be bought at the village shop or from one of the tradesmen's vans that visited weekly. Cars coming along the village street were very infrequent.

  2. Remembering, when quiet was lovely..... A good thing to do, now. -smile-

    Gentle hugs,
    🌸 🌸 🌸

  3. I really enjoyed reading the words of someone who loves the quiet and solitude. I'm having to tune out people freaking out. Do this was an oasis.


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