Broken World

The garage door and opener were supposed to be delivered today so the construction guys could come do some more work on my garage, but the lumberyard now says they can’t deliver the door until next week. Apparently, they don’t have a driver due to The Bob. It’s just as well – it’s cloudy and cold with a good chance of rain, though I doubt the rain aspect of today’s weather — there has been so little moisture the last several months and the ground is so desiccated that I think the rain gods have forgotten how to find us.

Still, the wind is picking up, so who knows . . . Of course, if the forecast is at all correct, by the time the door gets here, we’ll be back up in the 90s, and that’s not good weather for building either!

Oddly, I’m not that disappointed about the garage, but I am disappointed not to have the workers here. It would add a bit of excitement to my life and I wouldn’t feel quite so isolated. They might try to get the door here themselves later in the week, but if not, well, there is one thing to look forward to — a picnic at home. The director of the senior center will be visiting each of us for a few minutes this Saturday to check to see how we are doing and to drop off a picnic lunch. It will be good to see her, though maintaining social distancing requirements means no hug. Too bad — I’m feeling touch-starved. Even though all of us seniors won’t be in one place, we will be enjoying a meal together. Even better, it will be a meal I don’t have to fix!

A few friends have been gathering occasionally to play dominoes, and I’ve considered joining them, but I can’t wear a mask for that long, and anyway, although I would like seeing them, I don’t really enjoy playing. Next month, though, regardless of the state of The Bob and the whatever continued requirements there are for us seniors, the Art Guild will be meeting. It will be outside on someone’s patio so we don’t get too close to one another, but oh, such a treat!

Meantime, there is today. I’ve done my stint on the elliptical, am finished writing this blog post, can’t take a walk since I overdid it yesterday, don’t have any urgent yard work to do. I guess I’ll make a cup of tea and escape into The Wheel of Time where some people have the power to heal and some have the power to break the world.

I just realized — that’s what this whole Bob thing feels like: a broken world. Hopefully, by the time I finish reading the saga and that fictional world is put right, our real world will also be put right.

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Pat Bertram is the author of Grief: The Inside Story – A Guide to Surviving the Loss of a Loved One. “Grief: The Inside Story is perfect and that is not hyperbole! It is exactly what folk who are grieving need to read.” –Leesa Healy, RN, GDAS GDAT, Emotional/Mental Health Therapist & Educator.

6 Responses to “Broken World”

  1. Judy Galyon Says:

    I know about isolation & frustration!!!!

  2. gannybelle Says:

    Here is Western Australia we have been very fortunate with low rates of infection and not reached 100 deaths. We are moving into an easing of the restrictions but our state border will remain closed for the foreseeable future. I agree with you Pat in being ‘touch starved’ and I am looking forward to a visit to the hairdresser!!

    • Pat Bertram Says:

      I didn’t realize any of your borders were closed. In this corner of Colorado, we’ve not had even 100 cases and only a couple of deaths. The borders here are open, but older people are still supposed to be in isolation, but very few are actually isolating themselves.

  3. Terry J Says:

    Yeah..me too with touch starved! I had a Mother’s Day cook out and campfire with my son’s family and couldn’t hug my grandsons whom I hadn’t seen for 6 weeks (usually we see each other a couple times a week) and ALWAYS hug. I soooo miss being able to reach over to Ron for touch.

    • Pat Bertram Says:

      I’m sorry about no hugs for grandchildren, but how nice you got to spend Mother’s Day with them. Tough times, especially for those of us who no longer have that someone special.


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