We walked into the grocery store without masks. We went to the library and browsed to our hearts’ content without masks. In Massachusetts, enough people are now vaccinated to allow most of us to be freer now in our movements. Last weekend we even went to a restaurant and sat inside with friends and ate, without masks.
Other parts of the world are still dealing with raging infections and deaths. My mind, soul, and heart don’t know where to stand, where to go, what to feel, living on a teeter-totter. So I enjoy my new freedom, and I weep for those who don’t have it yet.
And I wait to see what comes next.
Today I decided to treat myself like I would tell anyone else to treat themselves. I paid $100 for a set of Photoshop filters. I’ve used the free version for a few years now, but as always happens in the Capitalist world, the company finally killed off the free one and only offers an expensive paid version. Without the filters, I found that I never wanted to spend time on my photography anymore because the artistic rendering was too limited. I feel bad about the money spent, but it’s exciting to work on images again.
Infections continue to rage here, as do deaths. Even Pittsfield has reinstated stricter lockdown measures. It’s mostly hitting nursing homes again. But I’m staying home with my asthmatic, easily upsettable bronchii.
We just heard today that a loved one’s got it now. Hopefully it will be a mild case, although she’s feeling pretty miserable at the moment.
Today is my granddaughter and good friend Anna’s 3rd birthday. I hate sounding like the clichéd grandparent, but it really is hard to comprehend how she’s already 3 years old. She had a tough beginning to life, but she has so much spirit that nothing could get in her way to becoming the spunky girl we know now. I’m fascinated to see who she continues to grow into.
Over the past few weeks since I wrote last, I’ve gotten annoyed at the baby hawk constantly squawking overhead but loved seeing baby blue jays pestering their parents in the trees. It’s funny to see such huge birds still wanting to be fed.
Our vegetable garden is starting its August rampancy. What looks in July like it’s never going to produce anything, in August explodes with beans and cucumbers. Our tomatoes are just starting to rev their engines. We discovered last year that you can pull out the plants by their roots in the fall and hang them in the basement, and any green tomatoes will ripen there. Amazing! It made growing tomatoes worth it. Our growing season is so short here that we used to get a few ripe ones before frost killed the rest. But we couldn’t have a garden without tomatoes, so we kept planting them. And then an old Berkshire farmer told us how to hang them. Thank you, Old Farmer!