Every time I think life has reached the ultimate weird, I'm proven wrong. We decided to go to Costco this morning for the special hour dedicated to senior citizen shoppers. Arrived ten minutes before the designated opening time. The line of people to get in the store stretched across the front, down the side and began to wrap around the back of this fairly large building. Never in my wildest imaginings would I have thought there were that many old people wanting to shop together. I'm sure the last people in line waited well over an hour, likely much longer, just to get inside.
We went home.
Sunday afternoon we went for a walk. It was a beautiful, we've had such fun weather. The mornings often start out cloudy and windy and perhaps drizzly, but by afternoon, it's sunshine - the stuff our spirits so need. We texted a friend couple that we were passing by, would they like to say hi? They did. They stood on their porch, we were on the sidewalk and had a really lovely 10 minute conversation. Then, I texted our former next-door neighbors that we were walking on the street behind their house and waving. Next thing I know, they're all out on their patio waving and waving. Those two interactions with people surely did warm my soul. I know I always say I'm anti-social. And really, in some respects I am. But no one does well in isolation. No one. Even those complete and total introverts need some human connection. 
And along with the fuss and worry I have over several of our friends who live all by themselves, and the fuss and worry over the silly virus and its effects on our world's economy and physical and mental well-being, and the fuss and worry over our food supply, I'm also fussing in my head over nature. This is spring. I always watch for the blooming of the forsythia, it's the sure hallmark of the season. And yes, this year I've seen blooms. But it seems like without fail, those blooms are sparse. The blossoms look like a half-hearted attempt to say hello. The bushes seem like they're more stick-branches than overflowing flowered-branches. I even commented on it to The Husband. I had hoped they'd become more profuse in their blooms as the season progressed, but no. We've walked a lot. The Husband has come with me almost all the time and that has been lovely. I do have to remember to say my prayers before we leave, I've been so accustomed to praying as I walk along. It seems like we've more company than usual on our walks. And now I'm thinking we need to take a drive. Somewhere to keep the car running (and charging the battery) for an hour or so. Considering the "stay at home" directive, I'm hoping we don't get stopped by law enforcement. 😵
I'm so grateful for our somewhat stocked freezer. I'm grateful most of all for The Husband's app finally being released to the App Store. He's opted for an ad-free experience, so it'll take some time for people to be aware of his app. I'm so hoping it'll see some success, The Husband deserves it. I'm grateful that so far we're healthy and hope to stay that way. And I'm grateful for hope that this trouble will all be over soon.
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