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4/13/2021 March is winding down and my sister-in-law, Lori, is going with it.
There is too much food and too many flowers because that is what we do when someone is dying, when we don’t know what else to do as, gradually, the unthinkable becomes accepted and even ordinary. We make more food and bring more flowers.
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4/6/2021 Throughout the past year, my husband, Peter, and I have been seeing no one except Peter’s sister, Lori, and her husband.
Lori has Stage 4 cancer and has had a tough fight. She’s been on oxygen all this time. The decision of how careful we needed to be was easy. If we were going to see Lori, we had to be extremely careful. And as a reward, once a week we have heard Lori’s laughter.
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1/12/2021 A fellow I know was grousing about the past year.
His birthday was coming up and he felt, once again, that this year failed to meet his expectations. He was unhappy with the year, unhappy with himself, unhappy with the fact that he’d even allowed himself to hope that 2020, of all years, was going to be better than the previous ones.
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1/5/2021 My friend, Anita, is felting up a storm.
Philip is cooking something new and posting a photo of it every day. Megan is reading Shakespeare on video, Jason is doing woodwork projects, Tom and Mary and Katie are sewing thousands of masks, and Peggy is studying Spanish, German, and Latin—all at once. Then there are the folks who are just trying to make it through the week, working jobs that demand more and more of them every day.
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12/29/2020 It is a year of lower expectations.
Every year, there is a chorus of folks urging us to lower our expectations for the holidays — buy less, consume less, worry less about having a picture-perfect holiday, and spend more time reflecting on what the holiday means to us. This year, it seems, we will finally get a chance to do that.
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12/22/2020 Whatever you think about Christmas, I think you would have to agree we need one this year.
Everyone I know seems determined to do as much Christmas as it is possible to do. My pastor announced at the beginning of Advent that we were going to have 26 consecutive Zoom Advent services.
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12/1/2020 Yesterday, I had a nice long Zoom chat with an old friend.
I know this is nothing remarkable these days, but it was the first time my friend Andrew had used Zoom and I was frankly a little surprised.
Andrew isn’t on Facebook. “It’s none of anyone’s business what I’m up to!” he tells me.
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11/17/2020 Today I will get Blue again.
Blue is the anxious Italian mastiff that I dog-sit on Wednesdays while his owner, Bill, works in the office. The new procedure is that I walk down to Bill’s house, fetch Blue, and bring him back to my home. This seems to work better than having Bill drop him off. When Bill does that, Blue hangs onto Bills legs and tries to avoid coming in my house like a petulant four-year-old trying to avoid daycare—which is exactly what he is.
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11/3/2020 This has been a year that defies explanations.
I spoke with my parents a week or so ago. We have used Zoom and other types of video to communicate but, more often than not, I just call up my dad, he puts me on speaker, and we chat as we always have.
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10/27/2020 It’s the season for all things scary and I found myself wondering how many people are actually looking for more things to frighten them this year.
There is a new horror movie about Zoom that is supposed to be terrific . . . and I won’t be watching it. I’ve never been a fan of horror movies. On the very few occasions I’ve tried to watch a scary movie, I end up both covering my eyes and plugging my ears (the ominous music is the worst part of it) and I end up with a pretty limited experience of the film.
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