It’s not exactly “fun” revisiting posts that I wrote during the pandemic. But at least we don’t have to deal with it now.
Jacqueline finds inner peace through her creative outlets.
Day 7,658 of the Coronavirus Pandemic—okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, though for many of us I’m sure it feels like that, am I right? Jacqueline and I are still doing well, though we continue to limit our outside time to the supermarkets, the nearby pocket park in our complex, and our weekly drive along the Oceanside/Carlsbad coast. Sadly, we’re still seeing our share of “Covidiots” and “Karens” (apologies to my good friend, Karen Phillips) going mask-less, some at beach gatherings of as many as a thousand people, others at parties in the hundreds. I mean, come on, folks, get a brain! This freaking pandemic is never going to end unless we all do our part. (Okay, pontificating over.)
My previously left-brained bride has been exploring her creative side, and I gotta say, I’ve never seen her happier. In addition to her artwork she’s been playing her Native American flute. While as yet she’s not quite Carlos Nakai or Douglas Blue Feather, she’s been improving in leaps and bounds.
We’re both thrilled to have Padres baseball back, though we know that could end at any time. Quite a few MLB games have already been postponed and rescheduled due to Covid-19 outbreaks. None of our Padres or their opponents have been badly affected as yet, so we’re keeping our fingers crossed that they all stay healthy.
This is the “new book” I wrote during the pandemic.
As for me, the best news of all is that, after a hiatus of a few years—I’ve started writing a new book! No details yet; that will come in time. I’m just happy to know that the creative brain is still functioning.
Stay safe, everyone!