Monday Missive — What Day is it Anyway?

Star Date Monday, June 22, 2020. It has been three months since we last saw life.

That’s how it feels, folks. The prelude to an episode of Star Trek. The last social interaction we had was March 13, 2020. It has been a long trek (Ha! See what I did there?)

  • Yesterday was Father’s Day. I think this is the first year since my dad passed away that I have not written about him on Father’s Day. I thought about him all day, drifting back into memories of long ago, wishing there were more of those memories to look forward to.
  • I made breakfast, lunch, and dinner for hubby — all things he requested. I even made a fresh peach cobbler. I felt sad for him to not have our children here. It’s funny, I did not feel the same sadness on Mother’s Day.
  • I’ve been reading again. I had not for a long time. It started when my friend Molly suggested I might enjoy Where the Crawdads Sing. My friend Lauren (LSS Attitude of Gratitude) and I are reading together virtually. We finished that book, then In the Unlikely Event by Judy Blume, and now we are on to The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek by Kim Michele Richardson.
  • Our garden is doing well, other than a few insect problems. I am dreading this week because of the extreme heat they are predicting. The plants seem to do better in the cooler air, especially with a slight breeze to move the leaves around. One of my cucumbers has climbed all the way to the top of the wire garden walls. We are harvesting tomatoes and will have a fresh garden salad to use the lettuce before it bolts. I doubt it could survive the coming week.
  • Our governor is due to announce whether or not we are moving into phase 2.5 of opening the economy this coming Friday. Our new cases are still hovering near or above a thousand every day. There is a discussion about making face mask wearing mandatory. I don’t hold out much hope for slowing this virus down unless they do.
  • Hubby is installing some cabinets in our rather large utility room for storage and also to give me a little art space. It will be nice when he gets the work completed.
  • I have a lot of donations to drop off at the thrift store. I heard they might be open for donations again starting today. I will be glad to get some things out of the way. That was the problem in clearing out stuff with no place taking donations. It just piled up.

That’s about as exciting as my life gets these days. Hope you are all doing well. Feel free to drop me some book suggestions. Easy reading, good writing, and escapism is what seems to interest me these days.


27 thoughts on “Monday Missive — What Day is it Anyway?”

  1. I’m blessed to still have my dad and we spent the afternoon together having dinner and watching tv along with my hubby and sons. That book Where the Crawdads Sing was fantastic, I have shared it with many since I read it.


  2. For what it’s worth, your social life is just a little better than mine. I last ate out on my birthday,.March 16th, and I haven’t seen any close family or friends since that date. The UK wants to drop to only one-metre social distancing very soon, despite the continuing death rate. They cheered the fact that only 41 people died of coronavirus yesterday. ‘Only’ 41. Just imagine of all of those 41 had been members of the Royal Family, or government ministers. We wouldn’t be hearing about a relaxation of the 2 metre rule then, I assure you. I am sickened to the point of anger, by our despicable ‘leaders’.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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    1. I am in agreement, Pete. So many seem to have lost their humanity. Why would 41 matter when 100,000 did not matter? It is mankind at its worst. Just stay in and stay well, Pete.

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  3. Couldn’t help a wry little smile when I read about your impending heat wave as it has been pouring with rain all day today. I’m wondering if it’s Gaia’s way to warning people not to be so hasty in thinking it’s okay to go out further than the garden.

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    1. Perhaps you are right, Mary. I am fearful that the pressure to move our economy ahead will overrule more sensible measures. I am fine with living small.

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  4. The Yellow Bird Sings by Jennifer Rosner. It is about a mother and young daughter escaping the holocaust. SO beautifully written.
    It is HOT here….over 100 and climbing. Our mayor ordered mandatory masks on Friday. I had to go to Walmart briefly today and STILL saw MANY without masks! Not looking forward to our Phoenix appointment on wednesday..way hotter down there AND high virus rates. 😷😵

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    1. I really enjoyed the book, Elizabeth. I remember you saying it left you cold. I did not get that feeling but I think I understand why you may have. I loved her writing. I stopped so many times and just re-read her phraseology.

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