Monday, March 30, 2020
Day 17 of Social Distancing
Spring has sprung! I’m so greatful for another day with sunshine. The air is sweet and the neighbor’s chickens cluck. The windchime is mute today. This morning there is a very loud bird chirping in the bush next to the porch, right behind the porch swing where I’m sitting. I wonder if there is a nest in it, it would be a great place for one.
I’m not sure if what our family is doing is technically “social distancing” I think we are practicing “shelter-in-place.” Only Nathaniel has left to run errands and he has tried to keep those to just what is absolutely necessary. When all this started the terms didn’t seem like specific grades of precaution to me.
I still am happy to stay home, because I know at some point this will pass. Even now, I could leave and go somewhere, our area isn’t in an official lockdown. I did read recently a little about Typhoid Mary. She was a real person who carried Typhoid but didn’t get sick. Eventually she had to live in quarantine permanently. That sounds absolutely horrible to think about. That doesn’t seem likely to happen now, thankfully. Any time I think of those bizarre cases and get worried that could happen to me I remember— I’m not that special. The reason this situation isn’t upsetting to me is I have hope.
“Remember Red! Hope is a good thing, may be best of things and no good thing ever dies.”
Oooh! I just heard a glitter of wings and a grey blur went by, and suddenly that loud bird’s call is gone. Which reminds me of another Shashank quote…
“I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone.”
I’m greatful that this place I’m sheltered-in-place is bright and so free the birds come here on purpose.










