We watched OUTLANDER and all of CBS Sunday Morning. We rarely watch “Sunday Morning” on Sunday. We are usually so busy that I’m lucky to view it by Thursday or Friday.
03.16.2020. 0700: Day 4 of Self-Solitude. (Thanks to Margaret Ann for this suggestion.)
I need to go back to my library and read May Sarton’s book Journal of a Solitude. The one I remember best is her The House by the Sea. I felt like she was permitting me to write journals. To all you writers, especially the memoirists who read Maytag Moments, you have permission to keep a journal or diary or a blog if you want to call it that. At this time in your life, when you are forced or have volunteered into quarantine or isolation (those terms seem a little frightening), why not permit yourself to write about this solitude?
Margaret Ann, who lives at La Posada in Green Valley, is in virtual lock-down. However, there are plenty of places for walking. Just reading through her latest journal: “We did a walk-through of Treasure Shoppe—walking the perimeter —I walked to Java —and walked home —walked to Posada Health —walked back.” I know she walked more than that over the past week. Daylight and fresh air and walking are all good.
Once PJ visits the Pain Clinic (Doctor referred) early this week, maybe we can get back to walking in the park. Her back bothers her.
For us, I think it’s semi-solitude. Last Friday afternoon, I shot with others for the final day of the archery league. I spoke to Tom, Larry (my coach), Kent, David, Norman (who scored for me), the 13-year-old whose name I don’t remember (It started with a D), and her mother, who was designing a quilt pattern.
Last Friday: We went to Albertson’s to pick up some groceries. The store was packed with people and many empty shelves. Why were we not surprised? I’m going to walk in our backyard for a break.
0845: I have done the laundry. I hung the socks on the line. The morning sunlight and stooping and reaching is a good exercise for me, especially since the lines are above my head.