Bored and Isolated in Calgary
The other day when it was light enough, I studied what I could see outside: snow undisturbed on the road and the sidewalks, trees bare and black.
No colour, or movement.
Our isolation has been three weeks now, going from chaos to unceremonious ejection from the normal. My morning prayer wonders how this is the will of God; God is speaking, am I listening?
In spite of everything, I cannot help but musing over the unthinking herd mentality that allowed Trumps’ rise to power. Yet, why is uninviting isolation from the herd he best way to “smooth the curve”?
In normal times, it was easy to forget to clean the junk from the garage, to replace a rotten step and to put off changing oil in the SUV. Now there is no excuse.
I did all three.
Spending thee afternoons decluttering about a third of the garage produced vast quantities of garbage and absolutely no visual improvement.
When I changed the oil, a problem with the filter caused oil to leak all over the garage floor, wasting perfectly good oil and making for another garage clean up.
And the step. I replaced it and promptly stepped on a nail. A smelly do-it-yourselfer tried unsuccessfully to convince the Doctor a tetanus shot was related to three weeks in isolation.