Boomer Randomness

The cool, foggy March morning dissolved into a warm, sunny Sunday afternoon.   Normally that would have been a perfect day to sip wine with friends outdoors at a neighborhood bar, but nothing was normal Sunday or any day for the past few weeks. This coronavirus pandemic has temporarily and radically changed our lives.   I hope it’s temporary.   Stay-at-home orders, social distancing, washing hands fifty times a day, navigating medical advice, enduring presidential misinformation, experiencing stress, fear, anxiety … that’s living in the USA in the spring of 2020. I am usually positive, optimistic ... half full not half empty … realistic but hopeful. My emotional state right now, however, is cool and foggy like the start of last Sunday.   My home is warm, inviting, mildly cluttered and a perfect reflection of the two of us.   I love being here. But except for twenty minutes here and there, I’ve been in my home for two weeks.   And this is only the beginning.   The state of Mar

So I have unintentionally chosen this crazy Coronavirus panic month to start blogging again. I’ve written or started many blog posts since last summer, but I have been so busy with other things that I haven’t actually posted anything. The fear, anxiety and uncertainty surrounding this pandemic reminds me of 9/11, but this is much different. In many ways, this is scarier than 9/11, even scarier than growing up a couple hundred miles from Cuba during the Cuban missile crisis in the 1960s. This ‘attack’ is widespread, the ‘enemy’ is invisible, the ‘war’ isn’t between countries. Some people close to me are more freaked out than I am now, but my relative calmness is just me being me. My trouble sleeping for the past few days tells me I’m internalizing my fears, trying to be the calm on the storm. I am not as calm as I appear. As of the moment I am writing this, some states are mandating that people stay at home to help reduce the spread of the rapidly contagious COVID-19.   Mary