I was all by myself for most of yesterday and it felt strange. Since we returned home from Arizona in the middle of March Dave and I have been together virtually all the time, except for a few occasions when he went on short solitary cycling rides or shopping trips. Yesterday he headed out to Steinbach for a round of socially distanced golf with friends and I was alone for almost eight hours.
During our life before COVID-19, we were apart most of the day. We each had part-time jobs and a whole variety of independent social, sports, church and community commitments. Now we’ve been together practically around the clock and it felt so strange to have our home all to myself for such a long period of time.
Out for lunch with friends at Green Gates. Prior to COVID-19 Dave and I often had meals that didn’t include each other
Prior to COVID-19 our schedules usually coincided enough for us to share some meals each week, often with friends or family members, but now we have been sharing them all and deciding together what we will eat. It felt strange yesterday to make my own decisions about what to have for lunch and supper.
My sister-in-law Shirley and me in the VIP lounge at a ball game during our recent stay in Arizona together
While Dave was gone I had a long phone chat with my sister-in-law Shirley who was celebrating her birthday. Near the end of our call, Shirley remarked on how conversations these days always seem to revolve around the coronavirus. I thought back to what we had talked about and realized every one of our topics whether about family or friends or work or even the weather had been in some way connected or circled back to COVID-19. Will there ever be a time when that will change?
It was a gorgeous day so I went for a 7-kilometre walk along the river trail marvelling at the series of spectacular views I got of the stunning city skyline in my neighbourhood. As I walked the Human Rights Museum seemed to move from its position to the left of the Provencher Bridge, to behind it, and finally over to it’s right.
Another project I worked on in Dave’s absence was refining a sermon I will give via Zoom on Sunday morning to a rural congregation.
I listened to a Hidden Brain podcast about choices. I found it interesting that many people are happier and more productive when they have fewer choices like we do right now during the pandemic.
I kept working on my latest writing project a series of stories for children about women artists on the prairies.
I finished a jigsaw puzzle I have been working on for more than a week. It was a tough one!
I read the latest book I have on the go. It’s about May Alcott, the younger sister of Louisa May, author of Little Women. I’ve been wanting to learn more about May ever since I saw the movie Little Women in December. The movie gave the character Amy a much more central role in the story. Amy is based on Louisa May Alcott’s own sister May who like Amy in the movie was also an artist. Elise Hooper has written a creative non-fiction piece about May.
Although the time passed quickly I was glad when Dave returned home full of stories about his day. That is something I have missed. Before COVID-19 when we spent most of our days apart we had lots to talk about in the evenings because we had both had all kinds of interesting adventures during the day. Lately, our dinners have been quieter affairs because we already know what has happened to the other person during the day. With some restrictions on social distancing being lifted, perhaps we can go back just a little bit to the routine and rhythm our relationship has had in the past.
Little Women- Getting to Know a Character in a New Way
The Provencher Bridge
Dave At the Top of the World
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