COVID-19 Every day's a new normal
Here is Clara, modeling today’s ideal way to engage with the world.
Back from Portland, I am wondering now if it was reckless of me to travel at all. I was only in my car, in N&M’s house, or outdoors on walks…but each day the line in the sand for acceptable risk changes dramatically.
Having healthcare workers in the family raises the stakes. It’s not just their higher exposure risk, but the worry that they might become unable to care for patients if compromised.
I hadn’t fully appreciated the critical nature of the grocery store, a business that cannot, must not, close down, even in crisis. I have been on two grocery runs in the last ten days, one in which I tucked supplies around Fiona in her car seat (A circumstance beyond today’s line in the sand). The second was for my mother-in-law, whose retirement community is now closed. I had to deliver all that wine and biscotti to the front door, but no further. At least I know she is well-stocked with contentment for a month or more.
(okay, Nana, your list had healthy food too, but nothing like the wine and biscotti!)
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 205: 195 words, TOTAL = 33,610; 26,390 remaining
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Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.