A little something different today . . . .
A gentle rain is falling.
I’m realizing that my life for the next weeks (months?) is in front of computer, connecting with treasured students and people I love through the two dimensions of a screen.
And that’s not a happy thought.
But we shall persevere.
I am going to engage more in sidewalk chats, and perhaps in some lawn chair conversation. And my front porch is large enough that if I sit on my porch swing, and someone sits 20′ away in a porch chair, we could enjoy some 3D time.
Bev and Aaron Garner stopped by this morning whilst on a walk. I wanted to hug them so badly. But they stood in the yard. I stood on the porch.
My lateral line is slowly collapsing. So saith the plumber.
Virtual cocktail hour with friends. Twice this week. I’ll have a third go today. Prosecco and some Port Salut cheese with crackers makes for a nice break!
The email onslaught is unrelenting.
So, though, is the virus. The US numbers are staggering, and the peak is still days or weeks away.
Ah, the joys of a century home.
I have a plumber with me this morning. This is the second call in a year to clean out the lateral line.
This time the cause is a housekeeper accidentally flushing a cloth. Happy I was not.
That little mistake is going to cost me a couple hundred dollars.
And I am living on borrowed time with the 100-year-old lateral line.