The Strange Summer of 2020

These times are surreal.  Two tropical storms in the Gulf at the same time.  Tropical Storm Marco made landfall along the Louisiana coast about 6 p.m. this evening, but has, so far, pushed all of the rainfall to the east.  Tropical Storm Laura looks like it will likely grow into a Cat 2 hurricane, and the outer bands are being felt in Key West, Fl.  The weather forecasters have all been talking about the fact that they haven't seen two in the Gulf at the same time before.  

I'm 'under the weather' myself with what I suspect is a sinus infection.  Isolating, not that I've been out and about anyway, and drinking ACV/honey/lemon juice toddies.  In light of that, I just placed my first online grocery order at Food City for pickup in the morning.  I don't have to go for groceries very often, and I have gone to the same store every time when there are less shoppers when I have had to go.  That's the only store that I've been in since February---other than an early morning, fast-in and fast-out trip into Dollar General the day before Easter for milk, and once into Home Depot in June---fully masked.  It was so easy to place the online order that I have a feeling that I will be making that a habit.

The skies have been gorgeous!  I am fascinated by the clouds, and every evening I find the camera or phone in my hands taking pictures of them.  I have all of my bird pictures on my Canon camera and haven't transferred them yet to the computer.  The days are getting shorter every day, and I know that my focus will soon be drawn more inward.

Love

 

Hazy Days of Summer

 

The heat has been exhausting this last month.  The days have seemed long and languid, and blurred.  They run seamlessly one into the next.  Nothing since my sister's back surgery in June to mark any of them by.  I am still reluctant to venture out beyond the grocery store, when necessary, as cases of Covid in our county/state have been on the rise.  I've been sitting too much, to the point that my back hurts.  I look at the bike on the trainer and promise that I am going to 'ride' today---and some days, I do---but most days I don't.  I go to bed each night with the promise that I will move more tomorrow, but I feel like I'm mired in the midst of this strange Summer, unable to do much of anything beyond the basics.

This little scamp, Feisty, came along, a tiny stray that was starving for food and love, and stole my heart.  And then my heart was broken just a short 3 days later when I took her for her first evaluation by my Vet.  She was positive for Feline Leukemia.  She was such a special, sassy little bundle of love, a bright star that burned for such a very short time.  I'm still dealing with the sadness from having to let her go.  Her tiny pawprints will be engraved on my heart forever.