Happy Easter in the era of the coronavirus, when everything is changed

Rita Dad Myrna IMGFor 12 years, I’ve been writing this blog and wishing people happy Easter. This year, the year of the coronavirus pandemic, however, is so extra-ordinary, it’s shocking.

When it’s warm here, I’ve been walking around my house for exercise. My daughter recommended I do this rather than walking around my neighborhood. She’s probably right because I later learned that the virus hangs in the air for three hours. So, even if you social distance while walking in your neighborhood, it’s possible you could get exposed. I have a mask because I have respiratory problems, but I wasn’t wearing it when I walked around my neighborhood.

It takes me one minute to walk around my house, so I go around it 20 times. I hurt my back about a year ago, so I’ve been hiring help for yard work. But, as I walk around my yard, I’ve been picking dandelions to they don’t go to seed. The gophers also are back, so I shoveled the dirt and put it in the yard waste bin.

My forester who prunes my evergreen trees and rhododendrons is going to make me a plastic greenhouse so I can have an early garden. He came Saturday and set it up. I usually go to Madrid to visit my daughter and her family in May, but I won’t be going this year. He’ll plant my garden early this year. I usually buy seedlings and plant my garden in late May.

My daughter and her two teenagers usually come in July for a six-week visit. However, it’s unlikely they’ll come this year. I worry about them because the coronavirus rates and deaths are so high in Spain. They are all O.K. now. They’re ordering some food now rather than going to the grocery store, which is good.

I’m thankful for my home and healthy, organic groceries from the local co-op that I can order and pick up.

I’ll try at 10 a.m. to join the Zoom service at my church. A friend showed me how to use Zoom, with mixed results. I just tried out the directions and checked my audio, so that, hopefully, will fix the problems I had.

On Easter, I’m thinking about my parents and growing up in Central Washington. The photo  shows how my sister and I dressed up for church on Easter Sunday in our hats and gloves. One Easter Sunday, I stayed up late to finish making a red suit to I could wear it to church. I wish I had a photo of it.

Best wishes to you and your family on Easter Sunday. With patience and following the directions of our governors, we’ll get through this pandemic. Be sure to stay home, wash your hands, and follow the directions of your governor to stay safe.

Happy Easter.

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