Weekending

Before I begin, (and because some friends have asked) Chris did bake an apple pie and we tucked into it before it had cooled. That was Wednesday night.  Thursday we had it for breakfast and dessert.  Then it was gone.

The days before and after Thanksgiving are our busiest of the year.  They are full of poinsettias, red ribbon, wreaths and trees.  Piles of wreaths stacked in the dooryard fill the air with the fresh fragrance of balsam. This year, this COVID year, we are busy not for weeks but for days.  I am grateful for what it is.  In between phone and holiday zoom visits with family, we made deliveries to nearly vacant loading docks and empty of employee buildings.  It seemed the best way to social distance and get the job done, especially so with the ‘pause’ starting today. I was able to fit in a couple walks through the woods, staying mostly on small rarely used side trails in a local park to avoid others out to enjoy the late warm weather.  

As I began to write this post, my phone rang with an emergency alert. The hospitals in Rhode Island are at capacity. Please, please, be careful. A family member told us this weekend that she, as a medical professional working in hospital, has been informed that they will be given a vaccine on December 15.  We’re getting there.