Diary 25

Sunday, April 12th (Easter)

Does anyone remember when shopping used to be sort of fun? Well, it isn’t now. The large supermarkets I used to favor for certain things (like fresh salad items) have turned into places of bumbling clueless customers, long lines and cleared shelves. Several different places, sampled on different days seem to bear this out.

The news seems to exist, now, in the obviously growing tension between our “president” and Dr. Fauci, who insists on telling the truth and talking sense after the daily bluster and obfuscations of the other. Fauci is too popular to fire – for now. 

We delivered an Easter basket to our grandchildren, but of course we had to stay six feet away. It was wonderful to see them – and very sad not to be able to hug them and play with them as we usually do. Still, I am grateful that they are all well, that we are, too, and that we have the connection we have.

Gratitude, in this instance, is always the answer. We are fortunate in what we have. May we all be so lucky.