Covid, a World Event

 

It seemed like a bad cold. A simple test changed everything. A Swab in the nose and a fifteen- minute wait. A world-wide pandemic has come to my home. I have found myself with covid19.

Covid is like a bad cold for me, just as today’s rain and gloom are like unpleasant days. I feel okay after more than a week of respiratory symptoms such as cough, runny nose, sore throat and tiredness, but no fever. I have had several days of staying at home reading, doing puzzles, cleaning house, cooking real food from my refrigerator, doing whatever else needed doing, and mainly missing Pete. Boyfriend Pete does not have covid. We were together until I tested positive for covid and he tested negative. Now we talk on the phone daily but do not share this illness. A week ago this was a cold; now it is disease.

What to do? I have taken walks every day, using the newfound time that has arrived after I canceled all my outside activities. One afternoon I walked in Elver Park. Another day I walked on the Ice Age Trail Verona Segment; another on the Military Ridge State Trail in Verona; another in Governor Nelson State Park on Lake Mendota. Walking has helped with morale and prevents boredom. (Of course If I really was bored I could have done a lot more housework.) Today it is raining; walking will commence another day.

I think of a song that cheers me. Years ago the Beatles sang “I Want to Hold Your hand.” This connects me with Pete and how I feel about being or not being with him. “And when I see you I feel happy,” they sang. It works for me and the isolating aloneness. I sing with the Beatles and Alexa. Covid feels okay then and so do I.

Today’s clouds and rain will give way to sunshine and autumn leaves in a few days. Another song reminds me that the sun will come out tomorrow. I sing with the Beatles about holding hands and know that everything will get better. The clouds of covid will give way to sunshine. This pandemic of our century will go away eventually. We will have been part of a historic medical event. I am no longer sick, but just contagious.

A Friend from Long Ago

 Long, long ago, in a land far away (Park Ridge, Illinois), Roberta Brown, aka Birdie, and I were friends. She lived in a brown house a few doors away from ours, so I referred to her family as the brown house Browns.

Birdie and I spent our summertime playing in the sandbox in her back yard. She was about four years old and I was probably about six. She had plenty of kid size dishes for parties with our dolls, and crayons and paper for drawing together. My beautiful stuffed Raggedy Ann doll usually sat there with me. Once Birdie colored a dog purple, so I became bossy and told her, “Dogs are black or brown and never purple.”  She changed it to black.

Many times her mom brought us what Birdie called cambric tea. Mrs. Brown came out of the house with a teapot containing plain hot water. As she poured flavorless “tea” and we drank with little glass cups, Birdie proceeded to tell her mother and me what to do, until finally her mom said with irritation, “Roberta, don’t be so bossy.” We often sat there with Birdie giving orders. Pretty soon I was calling my friend Bossy Brown.

Why was this memorable? Maybe I should have forgotten all about it, but I didn’t. My little friend was showing me something. A kid can try to get along with her mother by ordering her around and get away with it. I didn’t talk to my parents that way. Relationships vary more than I realized in my six year old experience. I did not tell Birdie to stop talking that way. I don’t know that it would have done any good. She was my friend.

Birdie and I remained friends until my family moved out of the neighborhood when I was eight years old. I never saw her again.

Ice Skating

 

I have loved ice skating for many years. I skated as a child for many years to and through my seventies. Winter meant skating. Skating was and is fun and good exercise. It also includes falls and bruises but I always thought they were just part of skating.

When we were small our father took my brothers and me ice skating when we lived in Lincolnwood, Illinois, somewhere near our home. We had our own skates and slid around until we got tired. That was the beginning of my love affair with this winter activity. We also did some skating on Clark’s Lake near our Door County cottage before we lived in Wisconsin. Skating on a lake that was bumpy and barely plowed was work but it was wonderful to be out on this lake in the woods.  Cold weather didn’t stop us as we raced around on our large-enough icy spot.

After our family moved to Sturgeon Bay when I was ten years old, we had the market square. It was a half block size parking lot that was between our school and the fire department garage. The kids and I sped around on our skates during those short snowy days after school and on weekends. We bundled up in our skates, winter coats, stocking hats and warm mittens, and every now and then warmed up in the warming house. That space is still there today but it no longer is a skating rink. It outlasted our school building that moved to other locations.

I remember playing crack the whip on the market square with a bunch of girls about my age. We held hands in a line and skated in a circular pattern, with one girl at one end swinging the line of girls until the girl at the other end was speeding around. Sooner or later the kids let go and the one at the far end went sailing across the rink and often fell. That happened to me once and I ended up flat on the ice with a bloody chin. I got up and skated again.

I grew up, moved to Green Bay, and had kids. Husband Rick was not a skater. The rest of us enjoyed a large rink at Astor Park in Green Bay. I drove us there whenever we had time. We put on our skates and joined the many kids and a few moms. The kids skated with little need for adult help.

At Astor Park I was delighted to see that Joyce, a mom I knew, was skating around the rink and teaching the kids there to figure skate. This good skater showed them some easy steps and moves. I think my Mary and Libby joined them. I watched the impromptu performances while I skated around holding hands with little Sarah. John said “no, thanks” and skated by himself.

Time went by. The kids grew up. Rick and I moved to Madison. I was still ice skating, this time at Elver Park, wearing knee pads and wrist pads to soften the falls. While I skated, some neighborhood kids there saw me and said things like, “Look, someone’s grandma is skating.” By that time I was past age sixty but still loved being on the ice. Unfortunately, in my seventies my balance became unsteady. The problem was getting back up. On a few occasions son John was skating and helped me get up after falling.

Finally I gave it up.

Year End 2022

 

The end of another year is here and I am still alive to tell about it. It has been a year of avoiding illness and resuming some activities. This is my annual report about 2022.

I am glad to say that my immediate family is intact, including me, my adult children and their children, plus Pete, the wonderful man in my life. I have lived through the third year of the Covid 19 pandemic, which meant sometimes wearing masks in public, sometimes participating in meetings and church services remotely on Zoom and staying at home a lot. But this year the pandemic didn’t seem as bad as before, so I had more opportunities to be with people than in 2021. By December we had a new word to describe the pestilence around us: tripledemic. We now have covid, flu and RSV (which does not stand for Revised Standard Version), whatever it is. All three conditions are with us so I quote the recent words of the leader of Ukraine, who said they/we are alive and kicking. Ukraine is in worse shape than we are, no thanks to the Russians. We are okay.

A large part of my life every summer has been spending time at Washington Island. This year daughter Sarah parked a new-to-her camper on the island campground in the woods for the family to use when she allows it. It is small for many people so when she was on the island she made space for only one more person to stay with her. Mostly when I was there, and I was there quite a bit of the summer, I stayed in one of the campground’s cabins as I have done other years, and I stayed in the camper when Sarah was living her life at home. It has many amenities but not a lot of space. That is true of the island we love too.

I did more than camping at Washington Island. I exhibited my artwork at the Art and Nature Center again this year in an all-summer exhibit by islanders and summer islanders. The center is in an old two room school building with one classroom set up with paintings and three-dimensional art for people to admire and buy, and one classroom arranged with items from the island’s natural environment, including live snakes in aquariums, a beehive and other natural things for children and adults to look at and enjoy. Also on the island I attended services at the Lutheran Church, where I connected with island people whom I have known over time.

Plenty of things were happening from time to time elsewhere. Pete and I took a tour of several days to Mackinac Island in June, where we toured the carless island in a horse drawn carriage and walked around and enjoyed the woodsy paths and posh environment of the Grand Hotel with its five course dinners and (of course) shops. The occasion was billed as the lilac festival, but I think I saw more geraniums.

Pete and I took some day trips with groups of seniors. In August we went on a day tour by boat on Lake Geneva with its large, beautiful homes built along the lakeshore about a hundred years ago by famous wealthy Chicago people. In August Pete and I took a day trip to the Kohler Andrae State Park near Sheboygan on the Lake Michigan shore and enjoyed walking on the dunes. Another day in summer we visited the International Crane Foundation in Baraboo, which has cranes (birds) from all over the world. Apart from these senior group trips we attended several plays during the year at American Players Theater in Spring Green and in Madison at the Overture Center. These events were a pleasant return from the days when the covid scare kept events and people to a minimum.

Volunteering at the senior center and public library went on all year for me. The senior center brought back pre-covid programs and activities, so I helped. I serve on the Committee on Aging and the senior center’s Foundation Board. I participated in hanging two exhibits, one paintings and one photography, which show the work of Dane County residents over age 55. I submitted my colored pencil drawings in the painting exhibit. These month long displays on the senior center’s second floor are good opportunities for seniors to showcase their creativity for the public to admire.

At my nearby branch library I went back to doing the pick list all year. What’s that? It is a list of the library’s books and other items that a volunteer or staff person finds to fill hold requests to send to other libraries. This sharing of library materials provides better service for people. I am one of the volunteers who finds the items on the list when it is my turn. I have been doing this since I retired fourteen years ago. Just place a hold on an item in the library’s online catalog and it will arrive at your library in about a day if it is available. That’s the hold system.

In October Pete and I joyfully celebrated the sixth anniversary of meeting each other. We had dinner at Delany’s Steak House in Madison. I am very happy that this relationship has endured for six years and has remained loving and comfortable for both of us. We celebrated Pete’s eightieth birthday in October at Delany’s.

Sadly, I saw much less of my children who live away from Madison than in non-covid times. I look forward to times when we can do things together again. Sarah, John, Sherry, Laura and Ian are here in Madison where we have access to some time together. Sarah is continuing to recover from breast cancer-mandated radiation treatments dating back more than a year, so she is limited by how well she is feeling. Radiation saves lives but it takes a long time to heal. I am glad to see her every now and then. Her energy goes to her job where she works at home. John and Sherry have lovingly invited me to eat supper with them once a week. They are giving me their time. Dori, Mary and Libby are out of state. We had some family gatherings on Zoom on holidays, so we can be thankful for times like these. I look forward to a future when we can all be together in person.

That’s what happened in my world. May everyone live long and prosper.

Thanksgiving 2022

 

Thanksgiving is a national holiday for us today and every year. This morning I made a list of things I am thankful for, and it produced some thoughts. Is it my thanksgiving or ours? What is this day really about?

I have a good life to look back on or think about now. My personal thanks are from the past to the present, about life together with others, and about me as an individual. That is good. But also this day is a national holiday. As a child I learned in school or from society that some white people and some Indians got together and had a feast together as an act of supposed friendship at some time in our racist past. Maybe it happened; maybe not. Our history is full of mythology. Race issues continue to this day.

It appears now that a lot of people see Thanksgiving Day is a time to join together with family and friends to have a big dinner dominated by roast turkey and trimmings. We give thanks as we socialize. Then a lot of people say goodbye and look to the biggest shopping day of the year. The big turkey day is the beginning of buying and spending and worshiping the dollar.

My list of things to be thankful for begins with the ability to do and have all the things on the list; that is what we live with as Americans. I have a good education and I don’t have to go outside with my head and body covered as some women elsewhere do. I have the right to vote, which American women have had for only the last hundred years or so. I participate in Social Security and Medicare as an old person. The American system has given that to me.

Personally, I have much to thank God and others for. Here is the list I put together this morning as my act of appreciation for my good life. Some of it is individual and some about being together.  Thanks for being with others: friends; church; good loving parents, brothers, children and grandchildren; safe home environment in the city of Madison; and of course Pete, the number one man in my present life. Thanks also to Rick, my husband of 46 years of difficult times and good times.

Individually I have much to be thankful for. I have talents and abilities; a safe home in Madison; mostly good health; have not had Covid; food on the table. That is about me and thanksgiving. All my personal blessings come with the benefits of being with others. We don’t do it alone.

As I have said many times, we are all in this together. Happy Thanksgiving.

My Pal Clancy

 

Clancy was my buddy in childhood. This brown and white energetic springer spaniel loved me regardless of what I did. Even though he was a dog, he was my perfect companion.

Was he a good dog? I didn’t know, but he and I were good to each other. I loved watching him jump in the deep snow, gobble his dog food like there was no tomorrow, and run along on our many walks together. Hugging him was great except when he didn’t want to.  When I was unhappy about something, he would sit with me and let me hug him, seemly forever. I never had friends like that, and even if I had had companions to cry with, I would have gone to Clancy.

Our family took him when we moved from Lincolnwood to Sturgeon Bay. We all spent many days in summers at our cottage in the woods at Clark’s Lake. When we were driving there, Clancy always howled loudly in the back seat as we approached. He was as eager as we were. Once there, he got busy chasing rabbits and exploring.

At home in Sturgeon Bay, my parents were at work thirty hours a day at their new business. I thought Clancy and Omar might be lonely so I sat with them in our garage to keep them company. The two dogs dug holes under the back fence and we had to bring them back home many times.

When I was about ten years old and Clancy was older in dog years, he got sick with distemper and lost all his pep and lay listlessly on the floor. Then I spent a lot of time sitting with him and giving back. Clancy survived the illness but never again was his former energetic self. We loved each other anyway. He died later when I was studying at the university.

A good friend can be a dog. My life would not have been the same without Clancy.

Year End 2021

It was a year to remember. This is my annual report for 2021. Life has continued.

This year I achieved the status of Old Person with the arrival of my 80^th birthday. I enjoyed another year of longevity with Pete Weiler by my side. We are still a couple after five years, and still single. Pete is good, generous, helpful, enjoyable and a wonderful companion. Having him with me mattered greatly during a year of staying at home much of the time due to the Covid-19 pandemic. I stayed home a lot but still found things to do.

Pete and I played card and board games, watched streaming programs and videos, brought home plenty of carryout meals and went on a few short trips around the state. We saw some American Players Theater professional plays in person or online, and we visited Ten Chimneys, the home of actors Alfred Lunt and Lynn Fontanne. We traveled to Milwaukee and took in an immersive exhibit of Van Gogh paintings which were greatly enlarged and projected onto walls.

One highlight of the year was granddaughter Andrea’s wedding to Jed. Our families got together on Labor Day weekend in the great outdoors of Spring Green and enjoyed all the festivities. It was wonderful to have all my adult children there and see this great couple tie the knot. They are living and working in Madison.

A less pleasant occurrence was the break-in at my home in June while I was vacationing at Washington Island (more about the island later). Someone broke windows and entered my home. Daughter-in-law Sherry discovered a broken bedroom window when she came to water my outdoor plants. She and my son John found drawers emptied onto the floor, contacted the police, and then called me. I am thankful for my loving family. Fortunately, very little was taken and apart from two broken windows there was no vandalism. Most of my valuables, which are minimal anyway, were not taken. Whoever did it might have chosen to rob someone who actually had something to steal besides a lot of original artwork. The burglar didn’t even take the drawerful of my (deceased) mother’s jewelry. We never found out who broke in. 

I took several trips of Washington Island during the summer. My island home is the local campground. In addition to staying there I showed three of my colored pencil drawings at the island Art and Nature Center’s annual exhibit for the summer. One of the island visits was tent camping with daughter Dori and her husband Steve and their son Robbie. I am getting old for camping in tents, but it was fun and went well. The other times at the island included housing in a cabin on the campground. I love being there in the woods. Pete did not accompany me to the island. 

The pandemic lessened my volunteer activities during much of the year. The library reopened for in person service in September so I went back then and resumed my usual duties. The senior center arranged to have committee meetings on Zoom; I am honored to be on the Committee on Aging and the Senior Center Foundation board. We did some other gatherings online as part of my volunteer tasks for the senior center.  Giving back to the community by volunteering is important in my life.

We had a year of the ongoing Covid-19 pandemic, which I think of as a plague. A new President took office January 6 while protesters enacted a violent riot at the Capitol; we watched it with shock via television and the internet. Mass shootings ocurred in schools, shopping centers and even a Christmas parade. Businesses, churches, schools and workplaces closed their doors for much of the year while Covid raged and many people worked and studied at home via Zoom. Many have reopened with some requiring masks and vaccinations for participation. Wildfires consumed the American west. All these happenings contributed to my stresses and wondering where it all is going and what will happen next. That’s the news for the year.