Editor’s Note: With due respects to the Carrie Fisher biography and subsequent movie, I’m not ready to send postcards from the edge. However, the continual influx of rain has caused other phenomena that now seem to dominate my life.
From hairball little Shih Tzus to pony-like Danes and everything in between, dogs are awesome. I’m so grateful for my own Harley and Maya (pictured on couch above) who kindly allow me to share their space, feed them a steady supply of treats, and are decidedly not socially distant.
That said, their regular trips to my now quite moist fenced backyard have yielded a constant reminder of their travels, one that has been mopped more times than I can count over the last few days. Thus, I’ve come up with a new name for this blog.
The new normal of life sheltered in place from COVID-19 is pawprints on the floor.
And just like pajamas, this new habit really does need changing. 😊
As an archeologist or anthropologist would tell you, we are creating a treasure trove of artifacts and anecdotes that capture how we’re coping with a new world.
Some launched virtual happy hours. (Who knew the hottest new bar would be Zoom?)
Some set up a basement office to keep working despite hungry, noisy, needy kids and a spouse who is also hoping to stay on the clock.
Some dance to Bruno Mars to keep their energy high.
Dogs and kids are getting walked far more often than ever before.
Grocery shoppers sport facemasks or scarves as they venture through produce aisles.
Some are trying their hand at barbering. I won’t be one of those.
But, on a very sobering note of sad reality, I understand that Surgeon General Jerome Adams said that this coming week will be our Pearl Harbor. Remember the “greatest generation” saw this attack as call to sacrifice—sacrifice that meant lives and sacred honor, but also gas and food rations and no pantyhose.
Cleaning floors seems trivial and it is. But I hope it’s just one of many things we do to live up to our American family legacy and do what needs done—together.
