I have found joy in finally moving out of our big house and into a brand new apartment. No more worries about things that break; that need updating; that are costly beyond our means. Having Michael home with us since March has brought me more joy than I could ever imagine. While there has been a lot of food being cooked and dishes to be washed; if it weren’t for this covid mess, we wouldn’t have had this precious gift. And for that I am most grateful. I have found joy in a yeast packet. Learning new baking techniques and going out of my cookie comfort zone straight to the #IDON’TBAKEKITCHEN.
My challenges have been few but tough ones. How do I work out of my home when I need to be with my community? Is member engagement such a thing when it’s all virtual? What can I bring to the TBE table over a computer when I am much better at it in person?
How do I comfort my father, who is no longer living with us, but is safe at Newbridge? How does one 20 minute visit per week help me and help him? How do I get him to understand what is happening in the world and explain why he can’t go out for a ride? It was hard sometimes having him live with us for 20 years, but this has been much harder.
