On The Road to Learning to Adapt

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I had an interesting conversation with my Mom today. She said she felt like we were going back in time. “How so?” I asked. She replied “People are doing things like they did in the past, more domesticated, because right now we’re so limited in what we can do during stay-at-home.” She’s right - we are learning to adapt to the pandemic world we now live in. My week started with plenty to keep me busy at home, including helping Lola stay calm while I was on the air, and successfully doing my second DIY gel manicure!

A big part of learning to adapt means learning to do many things we previously paid others to do. In the case of my dogs, that would be trimming their nails! I chose that as this week’s “Fabulous Fur Babies” topic. Trust me, it can be done!

Still trying to stay upbeat and have some fun, I’m rolling out the coffee mugs and letting viewers vote on their favorites. Last week I shared my Disney mugs, this week I featured Sara’s coffee cups. Had to sensor one of them (wonder who bought her that?)

This was an exceptionally rainy week, giving us plenty of time to do some heavy-duty spring cleaning/purging. I know I wasn’t the only one having a Marie Kondo moment! Sara has been after me for a while to come into the 21st century and get rid of my CD collection. We compromised - I took them off the book shelves, but chose to pack them up rather than give them away. Who knows? They might still “bring me joy!”

My “Virtual Weekender” segment continues to evolve as more cultural centers, theaters and festival organizers find ways to reinvent their events virtually. The creativity is impressive and inspiring.

This week also came with some let-downs. We were supposed to visit my sister (from a safe social distance) this weekend to celebrate her birthday, but my nephew was showing signs of a cold - definitely not taking any chances.

And yesterday I got a phone call that was like a slap in the face. A dear friend called me - from the hospital to let me know they had Covid-19. They were in intensive care, hoping to stay off a ventilator. As I listened to them tell their story through labored breathing, I never felt so helpless. I prayed for their recovery. I pray for all those who are ill or have lost loved ones to this dreadful disease. I hold those who I am able to close to me, even if it’s just the comfort from my pets.

I draw strength from that love and forge ahead to tackle the next week, one day at a time.