I took this photo fifteen years ago. I recognize those tee shirts as though I’d hung them out on the line yesterday. Much to my shame, I haven’t hung out any laundry this year. Why not? Because it hasn’t even occurred to me!
Fifteen years ago, I was in love with homemade living–hanging out the laundry, canning tomatoes, baking my own bread. I thought maybe I could save the world that way. Nowadays, while I still like to grow tomatoes (our tomatoes are finally coming in!), and I’ve gotten very into making pizza from scratch, I no longer think I can save the world. Which makes me sad. My hope is that there’s some young-ish mom out there, a mom who’s kids are finally old enough to give her some space to dream, who right this minute is doing the things I used to do, in hopes it might make her children’s future a little bit brighter. I embrace her. I applaud her. Sadly, these days I’m too tired to be her.
And you’re too tired, too–because you have Covid! I can’t believe it finally happened to you! I’m glad you’re feeling better after nearly a week of feeling awful, but I’ll continue to fuss at you to stay in bed. Nap! Hydrate and watch “Granchester.” It took me three weeks to recover fully from Covid last fall, and believe you me, I took to the bed for at least half the day every day. I had my books and my journal and my knitting and my iPad. I was like a little monk up there. Once I was past the worst part of Covid, I actually kind of enjoyed myself.
Now, I know that as a writer, I’ve got a little more wriggle room in my schedule for convalescence than you do, so if you need to work for fifteen minutes a day, have at it. But that’s it!
Do you remember what it was like to be sick–really sick–when the kids were little? And they were sick, too, and so was Gary? Did you ever have that kind of fun? It only happened a couple of times for us, but I’ll never forget it. Nowadays when I get sick, I think about how much easier it is to be sick in an empty nest. And then I go back to sleep …
Get well soon, my dear!