Isolation Diary: A quiet day. Until…bang, bang, bang. I was…I admit, at my computer playing a game….hey, a transition period between two…uhm…activities… Knock, Knock, Knock. Sounded like it was coming from my back door. That would be odd. My backdoor is not accessible to the random passerby. Disturbed people have harassed me in the not so distant past so I am on alert and I am here alone. I cautiously approach the kitchen. The knocking is not the back door but the roof! The skylight! Someone is trying to break the skylight?! My house has one room upstairs, like a cockpit, I ascend the stairs. At the top there is a window that looks out on the portion of roof that contains the skylight. Not a villain. A raven. Or crow. Whichever. Hammering on the skylight, trying to break a nut. Why there? I shout at it, the bird ignores me but flies off anyway. I have lived in this house for a long time (I just added up the years), a long time, and this is a first. With the bird. In other news: I continued with my half hour of ballroom dancing and my long form tai chi. Having established this daily routine for a month or more, it is very hard to find a good excuse to not do it. Being home and all. I simply add this as a possible caution when you are thinking of establishing possibly ‘good’ routines in your life.
Several times in a week a clearly disturbed man had walked past my house talking to himself and whomever he was imagining. Then one day he stayed on the corner, going back and forth into the intersection. He was across the street from my house. He would set off deliberately, as though he had somewhere to go, then would turn around and come back. He would sit for awhile, then get up and do it all again. He began to throw rocks at cars. I was alone in the house with Fig taking a nap. I called 911. Then the man came over to my house, up to the front door, banged on the window of the front door, stumbled around the porch, deliberately knocked over the potted tree. I called the police again. Eventually they came but the man was gone. By then. Another time, I think previous to this event, this same person, not quite so disturbed had come to my door asking for someone. And this same person at another time threw a rock at my side French windows. It was after all this that Maggie insisted I call her every night to check in. And I have been doing that ever since.
Holly B.
You seem so happy….Must have had a good husband!!!Henrietta C.
You are on the right and righteous path. I admire your routine, Meanwhile, the ravens (crows?) reclaim their land… “Quoth the raven, Nevermore.”