It’s late August, the time when leaves have begun to lose their vibrancy. Some are turning, hints of red and yellow. The shift in daylight, ever so subtle since the summer solstice, renders sunset noticeably earlier. Back-to-school memories kick in. The smell of a new briefcase, crisp lined … [Read more...] about Autumn Light
On Hold: my corona diaries
The other day I got caught in the rain on my morning walk. More than a drizzle, less than a downpour. I don’t relish walking in the rain. I count on a 15-minute margin of error in timing my walks to the local weather forecast. Meteorology is only so precise. A neighbor passed … [Read more...] about On Hold: my corona diaries
Rock paper scissors: my corona diaries
Memorial Day weekend has come and gone. The traditional beginning of summer, this one like no other we've experienced, brings a little easing of pandemic restrictions, if not the anxiety that we're moving too quickly too soon. People are antsy, edgy, ready to go to the beach or the park, not to … [Read more...] about Rock paper scissors: my corona diaries
Corona fatigue syndrome: my corona diaries
A dear friend of mine, very fit, tells me she feels uncharacteristically tired after a recent hike. She lives in northern California. Same thing for another friend, who misses her gym workouts and is doing the best she can with brisk walks. She lives in Miami. Her new Bluetooth spin bike is due … [Read more...] about Corona fatigue syndrome: my corona diaries
Dancing with myself: my corona diaries
Saturday and Sunday have become cleaning days. It's not as if I can't clean my house on any day of the week, but, for someone who has been working at home for years, pandemic protocols to shelter in place only reinforce the psychological divide between weekdays and weekends. Until recently, … [Read more...] about Dancing with myself: my corona diaries
Walking Waiting Worrying Weeping: my corona diaries
Walking helps the weeping. Springtime brings a little something new to notice each day. Mostly I'm swept up in that touch of green-gold on just-budding leaves. Typically halfway into my walk around the lake endorphins kick in. My gaze shifts from the ground to the trees and sky. Nests show … [Read more...] about Walking Waiting Worrying Weeping: my corona diaries
