
I’ve been working on the shape of this vase for 3 days and I’m still not satisfied. I’ll be at the easel later today.
I grabbed some time with no rain to mow part of the yard and weed whack yesterday.
Record heat in the southwest, endless rain here in the northeast. We had one day with no rain – yesterday – and now we’re facing at least 5 more days of rain. I feel for everyone dealing with high temperatures and all the restrictions as to water and electricity. It’s alarming. And I feel for everyone dealing with floods and water in basements and all the damage from the hurricane and too much rain.
Please take care.
We had an interesting discussion yesterday. It was generated by an invitation to visit with a former student of mine, who is staying with Rick for a few days. He’s one of my favorite students and normally I’d jump at the chance to see him. But, in different ways, both Don and I felt uncomfortable with the idea of visiting him. Don’s initial reaction to the invitation was that he didn’t feel comfortable going because of COVID and an earlier discussion we had about variants. Both Rick and Doug have been traveling lately. They’re very careful, of course, but they’re out in the world and therefore cannot help but be exposed to a lot of people. My former student lives in NYC and has also been traveling, and living in the city, he’s definitely out in the world. And with the news about variants and breakthrough infections and the fact that – let’s face it – there’s still so much we don’t know about this virus, I had an emotional reaction that surprised me – I ended up crying. When Don suggested that I might enjoy seeing my former student and Rick without him going along, I grew a bit panicked. And I cried some more.
We made a somewhat difficult decision to pass this time around and I responded to my student’s text and explained why we couldn’t make it. He understood, thank goodness. It may seem over-the-top, this reaction of ours, but in talking it through yesterday, it became very clear to me that there is much I am still uneasy about, that, after a year and a half of the pandemic, there are emotions beneath the surface that I’m just now acknowledging. Our home is our safe place. Don is my safe place. We’ve gone through this together. When we go to the grocery store – or any store – now, there are less and less people wearing masks. This is a marked difference from a month ago. No one hassles us when we choose to wear a mask, but the fact is, we are now the exceptions. I wonder if people are getting too complacent. Or are we overreacting? I don’t know the answer, but the advice I have passed on to others during this time is what I now need to follow: Do what you feel comfortable with. If you’re uncomfortable, don’t do it, and don’t apologize for being cautious.
Yes, we go out and shop and run errands, but we’re masked. It’s controlled. As people travel more, are exposed to more people, I can’t control the history of where they’ve been and who they’ve been exposed to.
Are we a little shell-shocked? No doubt. But, as Don said this morning, “I’m going to wait a couple of months and see what happens with the variants and with the spread of the virus.” I think that makes sense. If we’re offered work, we’ll take it. Otherwise, I think we may continue to shelter here at the cottage.
Oh, these are strange and unsettling times.
Stay safe.
Happy Sunday.




