An old lady's Covid-19 holiday

My original plan for this weekend was to weave the last of the purple towels from the loom, and finish them. This mess with internet set me back. I cannot get my printer back on line. So, this week I will engage my computer guru. Bouncing about in my head, I hear him saying I can buy a new printer for the amount he will charge to fix my problem from the maintenance man.

So, how did I celebrate? Cathy, who saved me with the loan of her internet, stopped with pizza. Neighbors who came by in the street were invited up to my "porch", and a nice bunch of us gathered, a fair distance apart. One tot did burst from her wheeled conveyance, and like a quarterback with the ball, worked her way from the street to Aunt Cathy's lap.

"Aunt Cathy, Aunt Cathy, do you want to go to the beach when the virus is over?"

I thought back to the viral epidemic of my childhood, the killer, polio. We didn't know children who died, but I knew three with crippled limbs. The state health services, and they did exist, had no advice on avoiding that virus. Our mothers were on their own.

I spent a long afternoon and evening enjoying the group that formed, thinned, reformed. 

The next morning my sister and I set out on the Memorial Day plant expedition. She drove right on by Suncrest Gardens' packed parking lot, then past Kreiger's even more packed lot. "Cochran's", I said. "It's still on the way home!"

We slowly pushed a cart up one aisle and down another. I picked up a lot of plants. I got up early yesterday morning, got my bucket and trowel from the shed and my bench from under the deck, and planted them all.

See the little rock elf? Mustache like Toby's? Life goes on, people remain much the same. This was to be a bumper graduation year for me, and it was, though I have been invited to no observances.

From high school, Laura and Francis have graduated. From college, Blake (nee Emily). Congratulations to all, and a big smile from the little elf.