Day #339 .....Winter's Day
Feb. 21st, 2021 08:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shadowkatI think the pandemic is getting to me? I skipped a whole week and had to go back renumber. To be fair no one seemed to notice that I skipped the 30s and went from 329 to 340...so apparently I'm not the only not paying attention to these things and who sucks at counting. You are supposed to catch me on these things. That is your job. You fact check me on everything else...how could you miss the numbering error?
Or maybe you're just used to the fact that I suck at counting and figure why bother?
As you can see, I talked myself into another semi-peaceful walk around Greenwood Cemetery. It would have been more peaceful if there weren't a lot of folks walking together, with baby carriages, and talking on cellphones. But I was able to avoid or steer around the human being obstacle course for the most part - Greenwood it's more possible to do this - than elsewhere.
The sidewalks are impossible to navigate around folks right now - because
they are narrow and there isn't enough room to get around them at certain points. There's also at least ten inches of snow still on the ground. But it is still pretty in Greenwood Cemetery and almost pristine.
With thread bare trees, and their spindly branches cresting the sky. A crystal blue with nary a cloud in sight.
I see people embracing here and there, socializing, and chatting. Some without masks, some with. On the way home from the grocery store, an old gnarled white man was walking his tiny dog without a mask - and a young black man, with a mask on came up to him and embraced him, greeting him.
If it weren't for the mask - you wouldn't know it was a pandemic.
I smiled at both through my mask. The only thing that annoys me now are the bikes on the sidewalks. I've stopped worrying over maskless wonders. Well for the most part. I did stop in the middle of a snowy walk, halfway up the path, to watch a young man on the paved and plowed street below the path pass by, no mask, cell phone plasted to his ear talking up a storm. I'd have continued down the snowy path - but I didn't have the right boots on, and the snow wasn't shoveled or cleared above the cobblestones. So I waited for him to pass before jumping back onto the street.
Talked to mother prior to the walk - she was in a mood. Tired of hurting and being stuck. She fears her leg will never get better and could be confined to a wheelchair, which would result in never seeing my Dad again. Mother is very frustrated. And I don't know what to tell her. Except to make bad jokes and try hard to laugh.
Oh well, they'll get their second doses this week, I think and if all goes well, I'll get my first. Kind of glad I'm scheduled for Friday - that way if I get sick, I've the weekend to recover - not that I expect to, but one never knows.
If you look closely in the above picture - you can the tiny moon or the half moon hanging in a clear sun filled blue sky.
And below...it looks like an angle with wings...made of bushes...
And a final photo to leave you all with, because I find my mind is relatively blank of words today. I'm tired. And tomorrow - I must go back to editing the contract from hell, and worrying over things work related. Not that work ever truly goes away...now that I work remotely and get emails all the time.
The world feels close and far away at the same time. And I feel surrounded by strangers. Who know me not. It's odd the people I've interacted with the most throughout this time - in person, not just remotely, have been co-workers, and the strangers I see in my building, on the street, in the store, and on the pathways to and from and around Greenwood Cemetery, not to mention the grocery store and pharmacy. Yet all at an odd distance. And most, with few exceptions, wearing masks.
I'm a hermit in a city of 8 million people. It's an odd thing. A very odd thing. Alone but not alone.
Or maybe you're just used to the fact that I suck at counting and figure why bother?
As you can see, I talked myself into another semi-peaceful walk around Greenwood Cemetery. It would have been more peaceful if there weren't a lot of folks walking together, with baby carriages, and talking on cellphones. But I was able to avoid or steer around the human being obstacle course for the most part - Greenwood it's more possible to do this - than elsewhere.
The sidewalks are impossible to navigate around folks right now - because
they are narrow and there isn't enough room to get around them at certain points. There's also at least ten inches of snow still on the ground. But it is still pretty in Greenwood Cemetery and almost pristine.
With thread bare trees, and their spindly branches cresting the sky. A crystal blue with nary a cloud in sight.
I see people embracing here and there, socializing, and chatting. Some without masks, some with. On the way home from the grocery store, an old gnarled white man was walking his tiny dog without a mask - and a young black man, with a mask on came up to him and embraced him, greeting him.
If it weren't for the mask - you wouldn't know it was a pandemic.
I smiled at both through my mask. The only thing that annoys me now are the bikes on the sidewalks. I've stopped worrying over maskless wonders. Well for the most part. I did stop in the middle of a snowy walk, halfway up the path, to watch a young man on the paved and plowed street below the path pass by, no mask, cell phone plasted to his ear talking up a storm. I'd have continued down the snowy path - but I didn't have the right boots on, and the snow wasn't shoveled or cleared above the cobblestones. So I waited for him to pass before jumping back onto the street.
Talked to mother prior to the walk - she was in a mood. Tired of hurting and being stuck. She fears her leg will never get better and could be confined to a wheelchair, which would result in never seeing my Dad again. Mother is very frustrated. And I don't know what to tell her. Except to make bad jokes and try hard to laugh.
Oh well, they'll get their second doses this week, I think and if all goes well, I'll get my first. Kind of glad I'm scheduled for Friday - that way if I get sick, I've the weekend to recover - not that I expect to, but one never knows.
If you look closely in the above picture - you can the tiny moon or the half moon hanging in a clear sun filled blue sky.
And below...it looks like an angle with wings...made of bushes...
And a final photo to leave you all with, because I find my mind is relatively blank of words today. I'm tired. And tomorrow - I must go back to editing the contract from hell, and worrying over things work related. Not that work ever truly goes away...now that I work remotely and get emails all the time.
The world feels close and far away at the same time. And I feel surrounded by strangers. Who know me not. It's odd the people I've interacted with the most throughout this time - in person, not just remotely, have been co-workers, and the strangers I see in my building, on the street, in the store, and on the pathways to and from and around Greenwood Cemetery, not to mention the grocery store and pharmacy. Yet all at an odd distance. And most, with few exceptions, wearing masks.
I'm a hermit in a city of 8 million people. It's an odd thing. A very odd thing. Alone but not alone.