Anyway, I am being a recluse, a hermit, a shut-in.
It is CRAZY.
Yes, I am still hunkered down.
It's a good thing I'm kind of an introverted homebody, unlike the Incredible Hunker.
There are physical reasons Sam and I are staying in, besides our age.
That is basically why I am staying 'in'.
And frankly I do not mind...
EXCEPT THAT I CAN'T SEE - AND HUG- MY GRANDKIDS, AND MY TWIN'S GRANDKIDS.
THAT IS A MAJOR BUMMER.
IT IS A BUMMER FOR WHICH I SOMETIMES GRIEVE, REALLY GRIEVE.
I will see a jar of bubbles in our cabinet - and it will come over me that I can't blow bubbles with Liam and Nell.
(I didn't appreciate those bubbles at the time we were making them.)
AND I CAN'T HUG MY 94 YEAR-OLD MOTHER, or touch her hands, worn down with years of touching and comforting mine.
I did see her through her window recently. It wasn't the same.
This coronavirus - plus the protests, rioting, etc. - is making this a crazy world in which we live.
We've been holding bank board meetings on ZOOM for the last few months. It's better than nothing, but it is so not like 'being together'. 'Course it means we don't have to drive the 3 1/2 hours for the meetings. (Yet there IS something to be said about 'getting out of town'.)
So now we stay home - and meet in our own homes and watch each other as we sit through committee meetings and then full board meeting, which can be exciting on occasion.
At least I put on some makeup.
I shouldn't complain.
But sometimes I give myself grace to complain. Yeah.
Then I find myself being able to be grateful.