Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Moments of Joy



Watching the children next door
     chasing their new puppy around the yard every day.

Memes on facebook:
     “ . . .here I am laying on the couch, being a hero”.

A wave from the Rich and Charlie's delivery man
      as I pick up dinner on the door step.

Leisurely reading a library book
        with no due date in sight.

Unexpected notes and gifts in the mail—
      loved ones thinking of us.

Saying “YES” to a chocolate chip cookie
       on my Panera delivery order.
A snake, guitar strumming, snapchat faces: 
      Zooming with teen-age grandchildren.

Video collage of of church members
      waving anything green on Palm Sunday Processional.

Calling the shut-ins and hearing Martin’s excitement
     that his grandson would play football with Tampa Bay.

Rachel’s banner  on the front page of the newspaper.
      “Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise”.

Seeing old, familiar faces
      in my Face Time exercise class.

 One banana and a 2 lb can of Van Camps Pork and Beans
     on my grocery delivery.

In this Time of Pandemic.

Releasing anxiety, tension:

Moments of Joy.

Saturday, April 18, 2020

Finding Moments of Joy in a Pandemic



It is sometimes hard to find joy in a pandemic:  the daily death toll, our isolation, the news from the East Coast, but finding what is good helps my mental attitude.

Facebook can be such a double-edged sword, but it’s an opportunity to interact with friends and family and often is  the source of inspiration.  One person commented that there is something awesome about everyone in the world coming together to fight this common enemy—covid-19.  Another commented that by all of us staying home, the earth is beginning to heal with the air becoming clean again. I also like looking back at the memories Facebook offers:  seeing photos of my grandchildren 10 years ago—their faces radiating joy and innocence at an Easter picnic.

All of that brings me momentary joy.  But each moment of joy releases anxiety.   So, I decided to write about those small moments of joy which help me mentally and spiritually.

-my daughters and I texting funny memes back and forth like “I’d like to cancel my 3 month trial subscription of 2020.  I’m not impressed.”  OR “My mother always told me I wouldn’t amount to anything lying around on the couch.  . . but here I am saving the world.”

-calling Martin, an elderly church member to see how he is doing and getting more joy from him than I could have possibly given by calling him: he was so happy that Pastor Dave had called him earlier to celebrate Martin’s grandson signing with Tampa Bay Buccaneers. The joy in his voice brought me joy, too.

-watching the children next door playfully chase their new puppy around the yard.

-the wave from the Panera delivery man at his car when I pick up dinner on the door step.

-leisurely reading a library book knowing there is no due date in sight

-watching the video collage of church members participating in the Palm Sunday “processional” from their homes—waving scarves, house plants, tree branches when palms were unavailable.

-receiving unexpected gifts and cards in the mail and responding by “passing it on” with treats sent to my siblings.

-texts from a neighbor asking if we are all right or if we need anything.

-saying “yes” to a Panera’s chocolate chip cookie on our supper delivery. 

-zooming with 16 of my family and just enjoying the craziness of Anna playing with her snake, Davis playing his guitar, Libby discovering the white board function, Rachel changing her back ground to hearts and Roman replacing his handsome face with creepy photos while Rebecca and Jason eat dinner on their deck, Kyle sits on his dock and the Warrens try to squeeze 6 of them into the cameras on 2 devices.

-our daughter’s banner making the front page of their local newspaper “Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise”

-taking my stretch class through FaceTime and seeing old familiar faces in the class, too.

-hearing Dave laugh at his favorite show “Major Crimes” which is funnier than the title implies.

We have always lived our life focusing on the positive, what we CAN do, what we CAN eat—not on the negative.  The past 20 years have prepared us for this moment: facing a very scary enemy and yet finding joy.

Between Two Worlds

Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.

This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.