Today I love my neighbors who give me a wide berth on the streets and sidewalks when I am out walking for my health and yet still cheerfully say hello in response to my salutations. I love that one neighbor on my street set up a temporary food bank at the corner using an old book shelf and spare canned goods and pasta when things first began to look bad here. I love that another neighbor has made cotton masks and delivered them, one to a household on my block at least, if not farther. I love that my brothers and I remain in touch by text because they’re old school and still think “social media” is a dirty word. I love that my late father’s wife has embraced the technology and is now on Facebook. I love that my house is still very torn apart, and still very comfortable. I love that we have given virtual tours of the new kitchen on several occasions and people seem to like it. I love that we are surviving without a stove top. I love that I say that often because it makes me recognize that I am aware that it does bother me to not be able to just fry something dammit! Ha ha. I love that I still have lots to do and that I am not letting the to do list pressure me to much.
Today I love that every day I analyze my feelings of health and try to decide whether I feel ill because of the medications I’m on or if it’s because I’m sick with something and every day I spend half my day convinced I have a virus and maybe THE virus and I spend half my day telling myself firmly that I just feel this bad and that’s the way it is. I love that I’m pretty sure that makes me normal, at least in that respect. I love that I also flip between wondering when I’ll succumb and daring anything to try to take me down because I am the toughest old man around, so there!
Today I love apples and cinnamon in my porridge but I’m still a tough old man. I love that there are flowering plants coming up all over the place and they bring me joy, but I’m still a tough old man. I love that there are children happily playing in their family’s driveways up and down our street and it brings me joy to hear their squeals and laughter, but I’m still a tough old man.
Today I love drinking coffee and feeling thankful for good neighbors and contemplating where this mask will be worn first, but not wearing it to drink coffee.