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Day One Hundred Five

June 26, 2020 at 9:06 am by Claudia

A quick one today as my car wouldn’t start. The battery was dead. Somehow, the dome light got left on the other day, probably as Don was unloading the stuff to recycle at the dump. Anyway, we had it jumped and the guy who came here was so friendly, cheery, and helpful that we immediately felt better. And he was wearing a mask.

As I got a new battery less than three years ago, it should be okay. We’re going to drive around for a bit, on the advice of a local discount tire center that replaced my last battery, and then stop in and ask them to test the charge on the battery. Hopefully, it will be fine. If not, we’ll have it replaced.

Oy.

Don’s car is still not starting consistently and it has to do with the auto-lock device on the car. It makes us crazy. We found out my car wasn’t working this morning because Don was going to take it to the local supermarket at 7 am. After my car wouldn’t start, he started his and we drove to the store. I stayed in the car so he didn’t have to turn it off. We just kept it running.

So we need my car!

That’s one of the paths that Don has opened up in the woods. He’s doing a great job.

Okay, friends. See you tomorrow.

Stay safe.

Happy Friday.

Filed Under: life 40 Comments

Day One Hundred Four

June 25, 2020 at 10:17 am by Claudia

Thank you for all the wonderful birthday wishes on Don’s birthday! I didn’t respond to the comments as they are really for him and he will read them later today. We had a lovely quiet and peaceful day. He loved his presents and I even made him a card as I had none on hand and wasn’t about to go into a store to buy one. It was a great day and a privilege to honor my husband and shower him with love.

The other day, I cleaned up the office upstairs. It was cluttered and Don’s desk was a mess. Plus, during the pandemic, we store some of our canned goods up there as we only have limited space in the kitchen. I took some pictures for IG and one of them was of this box, which is incredibly precious.

And this is the text I wrote to accompany it – I’ve made a screenshot of the post.

That last sentence is “It is far from over” – it’s been a bit obscured by the watermark.

When I think back to that time and what my grandmother shared with me, I am haunted by the loss of those young women. Grandma said they could see funeral wagons going down the road several times a day. She had returned to the family farm from nursing school to take care of her sisters. She also came down with the flu but she survived.

Since I have their funeral cards in my great-grandmother’s tea chest, I looked at them to check on the year they had died. 1920. Two years into the pandemic. 10 days apart. I can’t imagine what the family felt, the heartbreak of doing everything possible to save Rhoda and Maggie only to lose them in the end.

If you follow IG, you might want to read the post because some of the commenters have shared their experiences with people mocking them for wearing masks. In one case, my dear friend Deb shared that friends of hers who were wearing masks at the beach were spit upon.

Why such a reaction to wearing a mask? Why such animosity? And why such a determination to act as if it’s all over with, that all is well? We can lay some of this on Trump, of course, but not all of it. I know the answers – these are rhetorical questions – but this willful ignorance and anger and mockery continues to shock me.

The numbers don’t lie. And now we have the Trump administration turning its back on the epidemic – stupidly, because it won’t help his ‘numbers’ and it will result in more deaths due to their negligence.

Stay sharp and stay safe. I know that I am basically preaching to the choir here, as most of us are being very careful indeed. Don and I have already decided that we will hunker down here for as long as necessary. We managed a birthday celebration without going out to buy anything. I called it “Happy Birthday, Lockdown Edition.” We are fortunate that we can order online, that we can get necessities without too much contact with others. We have masks. We use them. We wash our hands continuously.

Stay home, my friends. Don’t start thinking that because some states have opened up that everything is okay. The numbers we have seen in the past few days tell a very different story. New York is doing well; relatively, of course, as there are still people who are ill. But because Cuomo was so strict about everything, we are seeing great improvement. The challenge is not to act as if we can go back to what we were doing before March. We can’t. Whether in NYC or on the prairies, we still need to be vigilant.

Stay safe.

Happy Thursday.

Filed Under: social distancing 51 Comments

Day One Hundred Three

June 24, 2020 at 9:34 am by Claudia

On this day, the love of my life was born.

I am eternally grateful he is here, that we met in what I will always see as a miracle, and that we are on this adventure together.

You all know him.

He is the kindest man I know. The most compassionate and loving. Wildly talented. Insanely funny. Honest and true blue. He makes me weak in the knees. He makes me laugh so hard I have to beg him to stop. He helps others every day. He listens. His adventurous nature has made me more adventurous. He is loved by everyone he meets.

That he came my way and stayed is a blessing I acknowledge every day.

That he puts up with my insecurities and fears and all the versions of “Don Lee Sparks” that I routinely sing to him is a gift.

He’s a good guy. He makes a real difference in people’s lives.

He sure did in mine.

Happy Birthday to the love of my life, Don Sparks.

And Happy Birthday to Little Z, who turns 9 today. We love you, buddy!

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.

Filed Under: birthday, Don 30 Comments

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I live in a little cottage in the country with my husband. It's a sweet place, sheltered by old trees and surrounded by gardens. The inside is full of the things we love. I love to write, I love my camera, I love creating, I love gardening. My decorating style is eclectic; full of vintage and a bit of whimsy.

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