Isolation Diary: Okay, okay, I finally changed the water filter. I do not like this job. It requires delving into the under sink cabinet. Everything needs to come out, the mats need to be cleaned. Water gets on the floor. The whole chore is awkward. Strength is required, and turning things that are too big for my hands. I always end up shouting, “I hate this!” Twice or three times today. I left the kitchen in a mess and the mats drying while I went off to play D&D, which is always fun but today a little frustrating because I ended up in a deserted tavern making a ladder while others went and got in big trouble and I couldn’t help them. We are playing in person now. At the end of our session I did pass the opossum bones on to Duncan. Later, back in the kitchen, under sink stuff safely stowed, while washing the dishes I had KCET playing on the TV, a folk music rewind, a fund raiser, of course, but i found myself, in my salmon colored too large rubber gloves, as I washed cookie cutters, tearing up as I listened to Barry Mcquire sing “Eve of Destruction”. Because….I was there when this song was first being sung. And here we are again….!!! Although….I am not pessimistic. I feel we will progress. But our country is rather crazy right now, being helmed by a crazy person who is encouraging craziness in others. Because I got so emotional listening to the protest songs, I did, in fact, call in a donation to PBS. So….wear your mask! Please. We have no leader, but we have information. Love to you all.
Holly B.
Thanks for your words of inspiration, Ms. Ruth.