I’ve lost count of the number of days we’ve been staying home: sequestered and self-quarantined. The days have begun to run together into, at least, three weeks. 21 days. We are well. Regardless of sniffles and coughing: I have allergies and “reactive airway disease”. I refused to finish the 5 breathing drug tests my pulmonologist insisted on (the first one made me sick!) so she won’t diagnose “asthma”! Doug has appointments for cataract surgery for both eyes in April and an appointment for an atrial fib ablation in May. I’m guessing they will all be postponed. I have a follow-up appointment with my ENT specialist after the ear surgery. Questionable whether or not that will be cancelled. We are both doing well so it’s okay.
This feels a bit like a bubble. Secure and safe. My daughter refuses to let us grocery shop or get out in public! She reminds me of myself when I was younger and my parents were my age now! She shops for us and has been adding two additional servings to whatever she is cooking and bringing us dinner. She is a fabulous cook, so we are getting a bit spoiled!
The past few weeks have been a time of solid togetherness with families…for the most part, all under one roof. There has been plenty of time. Time to do the things we’ve put off. Granted, it is a little more complicated for the parents working from home with small children, but there is still time. I’ve loved my FaceTime sessions with my two youngest granddaughters, ages 6 and 8. I take the phone up to the bedroom here I have decorated just for them. I place the phone in front of their large dollhouse and they tell me which switches to turn on to activate the lights and the music. Tiger, the cat, comes in and attempts to crawl into the dollhouse. Everyone laughs. I show them all the dolls lined up waiting for their next visit. There’s a lot of laughter and then their parents tell them dinner is ready. I laugh when I realize I love “phone-sitting”.
As we watch the news each evening, we are saddened to hear of the increasing number of positive cases and the surprising number of deaths. We pray for those in harm’s way, those on the front line of battling this deadly virus. We pray for the families who have lost loved ones.
I’m reminded, once again, of Psalm 91. It may feel as if the earth has spun off its axis but God is in control!