Still Groundhog Day

Sometimes this year feels like the movie “Ground Hog Day”. We are in a lockdown restricted to staying in our homes except for essential needs. Just like last year, my wife and I shop enough once every two weeks for groceries. Just like last year, we can’t invite friends or relatives over to share a meal with us.

Just like last year, we look forward to our walks so that we can bump into people along our route and greet them with a good morning. Just like last year we get excited on our walks when we meet someone we know and stop and talk to them through our masks while being well separated. Just like last year, we look to go to the cabin and be even more isolated, waiting for the fishing season to open.

Just like last year, we wonder if we will be able to travel to visit our grand daughter.

Both I and my wife have had our first vaccine shot and wait for our second.

But really nothing has changed. Everything is on hold.

We are healthy. We are safe.

Maybe we should start a new calendar dropping the 2021 AD and renumbering Covid 2.

My raised vegetable garden is thawed. I will have to go to a garden store and buy some soil and manure to replace the nutrients in the soil. As a non-gardener, we had great enjoyment in the lettuce, kale, spinach, Swiss Chard, beets, and carrots that we planted. Our pots produced great amounts of fresh herbs. Maybe we do have green thumbs.

Our much-neglected yard is already receiving attention and new trees and shrubs will be replacing trees already lost. Everything we are doing is as if we are repeating 2020 again.

Just as I have grown a garden, I have perfected making “pop-overs” and different types of bread. I have experimented making different styles of chocolate chip oatmeal and raisin cookies. I have become a voracious reader almost reading a book every other day. It helped pass the time in the winter months.

This currant lockdown is not as strict as a year ago. Parks remain open for children to play at. Parks remain open for immediate households to enjoy a family outing. The hairstyles that we grew in 2020 are reappearing. It must be the new fashion. We have become adept at “Zoom”, “Go to meeting”. “Skype”, “Facetime” and “Teams” visits and group meetings. We may not like the new meeting style, but we are accepting of its limitations.

We can probably expect that face masks and social distancing will continue for the rest of our lives. So, in time we can call everything before March 2020 BC (Before Covid) and everything after March 2020 AC (After Covid).

Jim Cumming
Former Publisher
Fort Frances Times

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