On the first Monday of summer under the bluest skies and warmest sunshine I went to visit my mom – pandemic style. I pulled up under her apartment window, and gave her a ring, ‘hey mom, I’m down here to visit,’ and visit we did, waving and talking and planning our next exchange of books and things. Such is life in the pandemic for those living in senior communities. No going out and no visitors allowed inside so we find ways. It’s strict yes – maybe too strict – who’s to know? – but her community remains virus free. We hope and we hope for things to return to normal – whatever that will be.
She remains cheerful and so do I – buoyed by the weather and my next stop – Top Pot for a latte and donut – then to nearby Coulon Park.
I walked my normal route on the path next to the lake where children swam, eagles flew overhead, turtles rested in their favorite spots and the Mountain was out.
Crowds were thin and seemed properly distanced. Some wore masks – some did not – both made sense in the great outdoors. It’s what keeps us sane.
How was your Monday?