The world has imploded since my last ramblings less than a month ago. We are locked down, worried about family and friends, and especially those in harm’s way. As a retired physician I am acutely aware of the dedication of all those now in the trenches, and feeling guilty that I am not there with them. I did my bit for almost 50 years, but was never so close to such an aggressive and invisible enemy.
Marion and I are currently well and in good spirits, very fortunate to be isolating on our island, and counting our so many blessings. We have freedom to watch the sunrise over the ocean from our deck, walk the beach, welcome the first hummingbirds, catch and eat fresh crab, and chat with friends, distantly and virtually. Lots of energy to focus on the house. Bookshelves and wardrobes have been tidied and thinned, and boxes of old photos and memorabilia explored, and mainly trashed. Here is one item that I will keep, written while I was contemplating my possible move to USA. It seems to have some relevance to today’s (usually) busy world.
Be well and be safe