We started 2020 in the Pacific Northwest lamenting the rain and planning an escape to where the sun always shines. For us that was Oahu and the timing in February was perfect – a month later would be too late.
In early March we celebrated my mom’s 90th birthday with only a hint that something was brewing. The next day she was in lockdown and all of Washington State would soon follow with only essential services remaining open. For the first time I wore a mask in public – homemade – until they were available everywhere for purchase.
Webex and Zoom became our lifeline to church and family and friends. We slowly learned the technology and got (mostly) comfortable speaking to one another from our little boxes – much like Hollywood Squares I thought.
There was a new language of the pandemic – coronavirus then covid, handwashing and social distancing. We prayed and hoped and coped with walks in the woods.
As time went on and rules permitted we ventured farther out and spent a few days at Lake Quinault in Olympic National Park. Other local trips would follow but always by car.
Or truck and trailer in this case – a final camping trip to Fort Stevens (turns out we like lodges better.)
Benji and Tiger knew nothing different. They continued on in their cat ways – sleeping and playing and carousing at night – providing both joy and comic relief.
It was a year like no other and I’m thankful my family and friends made it through. My heartfelt condolences to those who weren’t as fortunate.
Now here’s to 2021. I pray we would all stay safe and healthy and at peace through stormy days still to come.