Is it time uninterrupted? Only the present comprehended? Are our thoughts nothing but passing trains, no stops, devoid of dimension, whizzing by massive posters with repeating images? Catching a fragment from a window seat, yet another fragment from the next identical frame? If I write in the present yet digress, is that still real time? Real time, I reasoned, cannot be divided into sections like numbers on the face of a clock. If I write about the past as I simultaneously dwell in the present, am I still in real time? Perhaps there is no past or future, only the perpetual present that contains this trinity of memory. I looked out into the street and noticed the light changing. Perhaps the sun had slipped behind a cloud. Perhaps time had slipped away.
~ Patti Smith, on the fluidity of past and present
Time has been playing tricks again. Speeding by, slowing down, and everything in between. Perhaps “in between” is the best way to describe it since that is essentially where many of us have been for the past few months. In between the old and the new, in between pre-pandemic and post-pandemic (and wondering what defines a post-pandemic?).
We’ve been fairly busy here at the ranch. Maybe I should rephrase that a little. You see, M injured himself (cut off the pad of his ring finger instead of cutting the frozen veggie sausage he meant to cut). Someone around here (that would be me) has to pick up some of the slack, although it’s not been terribly hard so far. A little heavy lifting here and there. The wound is going to take a while to heal so it remains to be seen just how much slack I’ll be picking up as the next week or two go by.
Another reason for the busy-ness — aside from it being summer and there are plenty of chores to be done during the summer months — is that we are getting ready for a temporary move back to NE Ohio. The kids and grandkids have been isolating within their own bubble, we’ve been isolating within our own bubble, and we have decided to join bubbles. M is working via the internet and we don’t have to be here for him to do that. In fact, it will probably go smoother if we’re in a place where they have high speed internet as opposed to our slow speed, limited, satellite provider.
One of the puzzles we’ve had to solve is how to get from here to there without stopping for anything other than gas. It’s easy enough to physically distance when pumping gas. Use hand sanitizer afterwards and we’re ready to go. We can bring a picnic lunch or any other food we might need for the trip. It’s the rest stops, to use public restrooms, that create a bit of a dilemma. It’s an 8-hour drive. We’re gonna need to stop. The first 4 hours of the trip do not provide us with places where we can pull off, walk off into the woods a bit, and take care of business. A friend made a brilliant suggestion that I am strongly considering. Get a tall bucket, put a diaper inside of it, use the bucket, and then you just have to find a place to dispose of the diaper. The trucker’s version of this is to wrap a pool noodle around the top of the bucket. This gives you a seat to sit on. Since we will be taking the pick-up truck, we can figure out some way to create privacy. There have been other suggestions/possibilities, and we haven’t yet made a final decision on how to handle this part of traveling. (In case you’re wondering, the current advice is to avoid public restrooms as much as possible. We’re doing our best to stay on top of the current advice from the scientists.)
Before we leave, we’ll have to get things ready here at the ranch for our house/pet sitter. I dislike leaving the cats for so long, but there really isn’t much choice. They didn’t respond well to the move here six years ago. Izzy and Bella turned 13 this year, and I doubt that age will help when it comes to traveling. Izzy, in particular, had a hard time with traveling. Moving her again, not once but twice (there and back, since this is temporary), might be more than she can handle. Leaving them here means they will remain in familiar surroundings without upsetting their schedules (Izzy is very compulsive about her schedule). The woman who will be living here with them will take good care of them. It might take them a little while to get used to each other, but I’m sure they’ll all be fine.
This all hinges, of course, on everyone staying well for the next few weeks. We will have to make our last grocery store trip before the 16th. That will give us two full weeks at home, in our bubble, before we hit the road and try to maintain staying in our bubble as we travel north and west. We’re considering getting tested. The county health department has been setting up drive-thru testing sites occasionally, and there will be one not too far from us this week.
The temporary move also hinges on what happens with the numbers. If the situation with the virus worsens here or in Ohio, we might postpone the trip. I’m not sure what that will mean in terms of the house we’re renting in Ohio, but they’re neighbors (or were our neighbors when we lived there; now they’re neighbors to M the Younger and his family who are renting our house at Breezy Acres) and I’m sure we’ll work something out.
In other news, the Yoga Darsana class has officially entered a new phase. Or will officially enter a new phase in a week. Those who wish can continue to meet with the teacher once a week to continue reading the Bhagavad Gita. I’ll be there. I suspect many of the others in the cohort will be there, too. It’s been a very interesting study, and I don’t think I’d get even half of what I’ve learned from just reading the book alone. A teacher is, I think, essential in understanding the history and context so that you can better understand the meaning.
I reckon that’s about it from me on this pleasant Monday. A cool front came through sometime on Saturday night and swept away some of the heat and humidity. It feels so much better outside. I’ve been taking walks outdoors instead of doing an indoor cardio routine just so I can enjoy the weather while it lasts. We’ll be heating up again soon.
Thank you so much for stopping by and joining me on another meander. I’m way behind on visiting and responding to comments. I’m way behind on email, too. I apologize. I’ll be using my breaks to get caught up as and when I can. In the meantime, please stay safe, stay well, and be kind. ♥♥♥
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 1,440) Fields of buttercups in bloom. 1,441) Cooler, drier weather. 1,442) The old WP editor. I have a feeling (based on what I saw when I signed in today) that I won’t be able to use it much longer. I’ll be sad about that. I’ve tried the Block Editor, for more than a month, and didn’t like it. 1,443) Taking little breaks, here and there, to write, to sort through some photos, and to visit other blogs. 1,444) Putting aside social media for a while. 1,445) Zooming with family over the weekend.