Walk with me

Today I have a strange sense of being. A combination of 1970 spring when I was a spring chicken myself and 2020 plague.

As the curtain rises in Illinois it feels as if the climax will follow the end. The music builds to a crescendo, expectations rise, but are they fatalistic or hopeful?

I am texting with my Shipt shopper, a new addition to my life during this crisis and she is good. We are evidently kindred food spirits. Her recommendations for substitutes are right on. I feel like I am robo shopping in real time.

I have also spent so much virtual time in North Carolina big box hardware stores that I feel like I may be an apprentice carpenter, but of course I am only talking to a part time handy man, grocery shopper, landscaper, home schooler. Being a jack of many trades works in today's world.

Bestest has been communicating with people in England and France, but my world is much smaller. He takes me virtual dog walking every morning and briefs me on human kindness at its source.

This virtual world has become my whole world for the past couple of months. Venturing beyond it is actually a little intimidating.