There’s a chill wind blowing as I write on Monday afternoon, and it feels more like January than the first week of November here in Massachusetts. We had six inches of snow last Friday, enough to pull down some tree branches that are still in leaf. But we made the most of it, and built a snowman. It’s still barely standing.
It was Al’s 70th birthday on Halloween, the kind of milestone you want to mark with a big bash. Instead, I made him a half-hour video montage with tributes from family and old-time friends, we had a Zoom family party, and an elegant take-out meal plus a delicious cake with chocolate mousse and raspberry preserve filling. The day felt truly festive, despite pandemic restrictions. Al, being Al, delivered candy treats to all the neighbors because there was no trick-or-treating in our fair city this year.
On Sunday, we at long last had our lower roofs repaired, a project that had been stalled for two months, first by weather, then by our Covid scare. No more leaks in my office every time it rains, or in the kitchen around the very old skylights. The new ones are solar-powered and close automatically when it rains, if we forget. I’m grateful this is finally done and we’re ready for winter.
The sky is a brilliant blue, and the sun is shining.
Whoever wins our national election, I must believe that we’ll find our way through. We have many searing problems to solve, a pandemic to overcome, far too much fear and misunderstanding. But there is also a wellspring of love and good will in this country. I’m praying for our better angels to prevail, for the ebb and flow of daily life to be all that’s remarkable, once again.
If you have not yet voted, please do so before the polls close. Be safe, stay sane, hug your loved ones, be kind to your neighbors. We won’t know the answer for a few days, or perhaps longer, until all the ballots are counted. That’s okay. Every vote matters.
Peace.
Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.
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I love and value this upbeat posts, Evie. Your description of Al’s birthday celebration reminds us of what is really important in life!