Hello there folks. I was in the midst of writing a post to tell you about one of our recent road trips and stopped mid-sentence thinking how inappropriate it would seem to tell you about a rather large gathering of random people in a confined space…in this case a steamy green house. So I flushed that idea…for now.
Here we are, the two of us, at RED by the SEA, March 2020. The world is currently dealing with the COVID-19 pandemic. Our little province is no longer untouched with three presumptive cases to date. There will likely be more. We’re being asked to stay home, don’t travel, respect social distancing. And I couldn’t be happier. Yep! I am one happy Kat! To be given permission to socially distance myself, to self-isolate is a gift for someone like me and I’m going to milk this baby dry. This is what it’s like to be an introvert. I guess in truth I am more of an extroverted introvert. I love social gatherings and enjoy being asked out. The bigger the gathering the better because I can usually ‘disappear’ in a crowd. Smaller groups are more of a challenge for me but I’m happy and comfortable with our circle of friends here….labeled the Hubbards Hooligans by the cafe owner where we meet once a week. Each of us is a little quirky in one way or another…some more eccentric than others…our island of misfit toys…and they accept me for who I am with my own brand of foibles.
But enough about my foibles and on to the present…
We really needed this break in our routine for so many reasons. We’re constantly on the go. Every day is full of something or other and I feel time passing far too quickly. One month crashes into the next. We’ve become so reactive in our daily lives it’s like living in a pinball machine. This is not how I imagined retired life. Full, yes, but not overwhelmingly busy. Although maybe it’s just overwhelming to me because of my nature. Whatever the reason, I often feel overwhelmed. What happened to the long walks to the beach? Sea glass gathering for hours that I found so therapeutic? Scanning my iPad for news/information/inspiration has replaced reading of real books. I used to love disappearing into a good novel and I honestly can’t remember the last time I did this. So I see this, not as a negative, but as an opportunity.
I can disrobe our outdoor Christmas tree. Yeah, I know, it’s March, but my excuse for not doing it sooner was an honourable one. The little winter birds love hiding in it.
Coincidentally, I purchased a book to curl up with entitled “Wintering” by Katherine May. Now how appropriate is that to read during these times of isolation?
I started taking painting classes in January. They’ve ended now and I get together with a friend once a week so we can practice what we learned. Our get togethers are on hold for now but I have a bin full of paint tubes and other related paraphernalia that keep staring at me begging me to show them what I’ve got. I have a condition called Essential Tremors which means my dominant hand shakes when I hold things so abstract will likely be my method of choice (or lack of). I do however enjoy smearing beautiful colours over the canvas. Will see how that goes.
I’ve also committed myself to write a cookbook focusing on the use of a Swedish-made stove top oven that we have used extensively on our trips aboard R.E.D. That’s been stalled for several months now so it’s time to breathe life back into that project. It will give me a chance to create new recipes from what we have on hand…shopping my pantry instead of frequent visits to the local grocery store. I refuse to be drawn into the hoarding frenzy that has consumed so many. The run on hand sanitizer I guess I understand but toilet paper?…really?
I also joined the gym in January…challenged by my painting friend…to get my aging body moving. Rising at 6:00 to meet her each weekday has become one of my better habits but now that door too has been closed until further notice. So I’ve reinstated walking to the beach, sea glass hunting and breathing in fresh sea air…as well as daily at-home yoga. My sun salutation is a bit rusty but some movement is better than sitting on my wrinkled ass all day. By the way, the painting above is my abstract interpretation of Gramma Beach on a stormy day…in case you couldn’t figure out what I was trying to say with those globs of blue paint.
Francois, of course, is never without something to do around the house. Spring is breaking through the ground more and more each day so there will be lots of yard work and the Crow’s Nest is nearing completion inside. It’s now insulated. Shelves have been constructed and he built me the most wonderful potting table which means I have another project to add to my list – garden planning and spring planting. It’s a very good design so if you like I’ll write up a post with step by step how-to.
Sounds like quite a list doesn’t it? And now that I’ve itemized it I realize these are all things that bring me joy and peace, so you see, this current situation, however difficult, scary or frustrating and in some cases potentially dangerous for some, is an opportunity. So for the next while, this Kat will be busy making lemonade from my basket full of lemons.
Thanks for stopping by. Go forth, make your own lemonade, wash your hands, breathe in the fresh air when you can, stay well and drop back whenever you like. We’ll be here doing what we do as well as we can for as long as we can.