The Pandemic has taken so much away from all of us. I am, knock wood here, lucky to still be healthy, and to have my family and friends still healthy. We do not take this blessing for granted, since so many Americans have lost their loved ones to this terrible virus.
But, there are small losses for each of us. We respond to the deprivation of our “normalcy” in different ways. Some of us complain daily; some of us struggle to smile each day and move forward with whatever Grace we have left. Some of us who are truly brave and patriotic souls, get up each day and serve others through the medical field, the delivery work force, the front line food chain work, and many, many other jobs.
I want to complain. Just this once. Just here, on my sacred pages where I express what I see and feel. O.K.? I know this is being incredibly spoiled and selfish, but I am going to do it anyway. You may want to leave the room.
I miss…………..
watching my Grandson grow in person (only seen him from a distance a handful of times in the past year…his second year of life)
kissing my Daughter’s cheek “hello” or “goodbye” when we visit (in case you are not aware, my Daughter has THE SOFTEST cheek in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD)
lingering at the local Farmer’s markets to see/photograph/smell all the wonderful foods (as pictured above) offered for sale
spending a morning at my favorite nursery purchasing oodles of flowering plants and admiring the colors and splendor of their vast array
shopping for Fabric at the local retail surplus and salvage store’s immense fabric department
smelling the fresh bagels at my favorite bagel emporium (where I could delight in the yummy aromas while they packed up my dozens of bagels)
attending yard sales and finding fabulous bargains
having a friend drop by to sit on the deck and have a snack while we share our thoughts and small details of our lives
hugging everyone
being in the supermarket as long as I choose to be
patting everyone’s dogs (and maybe kissing them on the snout…the dogs, I mean)
Ok. I’m done.
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