Another day.

 Another Monday. The 3rd Monday of staying at home.  It's a dreary day which followed a dreary weekend with lots and lots of rain! One of things I like to do is to walk to the creek and check out the water level. This time of year the level is usually high. Every other year or so we have a flood which alternately piles logs and dams the creek and then washes all the logs away.  I'm waiting for flood waters to wash away the logs that have been hindering the path of the creek this past year.

I've done a little bit a sewing - I made a couple of face masks for my daughter. She's a nurse and is worried about sharing germs after work when she goes home.  I am making progress on a quilt that is a high priority for completing.  There's even one or two new projects I'd like to begin. 

And then there are naps. Lots and lots of naps.

Oreo takes up poledancing.

Day 8 of working from home (I think it's 8 days, maybe more). After my feline coworkers participated in their early morning shenanigans and completed their pre-lunch and post-lunch naps, some of them felt a little frisky. 

I have ladybugs in my office/sewing room/bedroom which are fascinating to the cats. Oreo isn't really poledancing, I don't think, rather she is laser focused on a ladybug. 

It is amazing the amount of work I get done and how quickly the day passes. Since it snowed then rained then snowed today, I don't have any pictures from outside.  Yesterday however, I experienced a miracle! Just as I had given up all hope, I found 18 eggs in the chicken coop.  And they aren't too old! Still usable!  This means that I will still have fresh eggs until the new crew begin laying sometime around August!

An introvert's dream.

 Week 2 of working from home. I don't mind this one bit. It is great to live in the country because I can go outside, walk in the woods, sit on the deck and never have to worry about running into anyone. If I get tired working at my computer, I can get up and let the dogs out or simply sit and look out my windows.  I never get tired of the view.  As my lovely assistants frame the differing views today: Mrs. Bobbins watching robins bathe themselves in the puddle across the road, Thimba watching as it begins to snow - disgusted, she jumped onto the bed to nap until a sunnier day; and finally, Mrs. Bobbins once again checking out the bigger, fluffier snowflakes.  There is never a dull moment. 

Not seen is Pappy Decker who has found himself a comfy spot on a quilt rack.  Not much happens outside my windows that I or the cats do not notice. Fortunately, nothing much ever happens aside from robins bathing, roosters roaming, or cats looking through the field for food. 

I am enjoying this while recognizing that many of people are not enjoying this at all.  I'm thankful for what I have and although I am quite content where I am, I will be happy when the world can come alive again.

Grounded

Pappy Decker

 It has been an interesting week or so.  The word of the decade I'm sure will be social-distancing.  As an introvert, I'm not inconvenienced in the least.

It is unfortunate that the COVID 19 has become a pandemic. Seems to me that if things had been handled differently, we wouldn't be in the pickle we find ourselves to be in.  I think everyone knows the downside to this and when I read this post in the future, I don't want to be reminded of all the obvious negativity of our current situation.  I want to be able to read this and be able to think back to all the really good stuff that has come out of this. 

For example, right now it feels as if the world is on the same page and fighting the same enemy. I'm seeing those who have, sharing with those who do not have.  I'm seeing many companies stepping up and bending over backwards to keep their employees employed. I see businesses modify the delivery of their services and waive delivery fees, offer curbside delivery, and other little things that make a huge difference.  Over the road truck drivers seem to be getting the positive recognition that they have long deserved. Medical workers, from nurses, to doctors, to aides, to custodial staff, are getting the recognition that they deserve.  Cashiers in the grocery stores who, I'm sure, have their own families somehow manage to be pleasant.

Mrs. Bobbins

Casper 'helping'

I feel like a beautiful day outside means a little more right now. And the snow we are expecting tomorrow? I don't need to worry about having to drive in it because my employer allows me to work from home.  It's interesting that jobs that before last week, didn't seem to be as effective in a virtual environment have turned out to be extremely effective.  In fact, when we are permitted to work from our offices again, I will keep virtual meetings as an option in scheduling appointments.

I have a feeling, especially if this self-quarantine remains in effect for a longer period of time, that there will be a lot of people who look at life differently once we are ungrounded.  I can't help but feel that God has decided that we all need a time-out. The hatred that has been spewing over the past several years has gotten out of control.  From all fronts.  We are fighting so much that I don't think many of us even remember what we are fighting about, let alone what we are fighting for. 

God is still speaking. God is still in charge.