I didn't know what to blog about on Saturday. We said to each other that this day felt different... strange. And we couldn't figure out why. I worked in the yard, Anita cleaned the house, we went out to Connon's for plants. We didn't really do anything different than we normally do when we stay home. Funny... because before we said it to each other, and just when I sat down to blog Saturday afternoon, I felt the same way. And I said to myself that this getting-used-to-this-new-normal-for-a-while thing was making life different. It sits with you, even when I suspect you don't realise it.
I think we are all waiting. And there's this element of the unknown... a wondering what the other side will look like. And will it be close to what we had before, or will the new normal be... well... something we won't really like.
Sunday... what a bright, cheery day. We went for a walk along a river in Caledonia. We sat outside, we tried to driveway visit but the friends weren't home, we read, we talked. We sat in the backyard under the pergola, and I realised that things still felt kind of... sad. And ironically I wasn't able to really find time to blog, even on a day of rest.
And now it's already Monday and as usual, the weekend flew by far too quickly. Our seemingly ill truck I mentioned in an earlier blog had a leaking oil filter of all things. An oil change fixed it all up. I had bought annuals and now will be bringing them in and out of the house until this cold spell leaves.
And life goes on. Nothing to write home about. Just normal stuff... kind of.
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