Christmas in Covid


In the back of the guest room closet, buried under the guest room bedding and unfinished house projects is a box I had left behind. I remembered the box yesterday and pulled it out. In it were two smaller boxes, later consolidated into one box, full of small goodies that were somewhat meaningful to me. I was delighted to find the box, the morning felt like Christmas in April, during lockdown, in a global pandemic.

I'd been lamenting I didn't have my tea mugs, so was delighted to find one in the box. I used it all day today.

And library book checkout cards? SQUEE! I had just completed card 20 yesterday! I needed a new one.

The two sake mugs? Well, I do have some tasty sake here, originally found on a food adventure in Peru with Jonathan, and a desire to drink some of said sake.

The seeds were a fun find, even though they are from 2016. They might sprout, they might not. I need to know I'll be in one place for 60 days before trying.

And the mouse? Who knew one could be so excited about a mouse from eight years ago?

I suspect I'm going to dump the rest of the box contents. I hate tossing items that still have life in them, but I'm good to say good-bye to them. Will feel nice to lighten the load.

These items, though? Keeping them.

Let the Northern Lights Erase Your Name

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Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me

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Running Loops


As I do in lockdown mornings, I go for walks. Beagle needs walking, lets me know that we are walking, and then tells me we are walking now. I appreciate the routine, and the early morning movement, so I'm grateful for his reminders.

This morning on the walk, as we were walking along, beagle sniffing all the things, my learning about the post office's late 1700s difficulties, a conversation and squeaking noise approached from behind. Worried someone might come within the recommended physical separation distance, I turned to see what the noises were. I saw a young kid riding his bike along side a woman running. The two were chatting in a parent-child way, the boy wandering a bit on his bike as she ran straight.

And it reminded me of my Orleans runs around the block with Hayden. I'd plan to go for a run and invite the boys to bike along side me. They usually said no, but every once in a while one would say yes. We'd go off, my running with his biking slowly next to me. We'd progress around the neighborhood, loop around blocks, and cross our paths in figure eights shaped by parking lanes and side streets. Sometimes a truck a of teenagers would hoot at me, and Hayden would be puzzled, then grumpy when he realized what happened.

I never ran fast, was out of shape, but I enjoyed the run. I enjoyed the kid's company. Running next to him is a nice memory, surfaced by mother and child running by me today.

Flower Growing on Cherry Chase Fence

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The Wish List

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