As we head into the sixth—or is it the seventh month?—of the pandemic, I’m reflecting on what sweet juice can be extracted from these sour grapes.
That’s what we all need right here (wherever here is) and right now.
We took our usual shortcut through an open field where an old house used to stand…
We tend to be rather forgiving of ourselves and others when we describe the fears we are experiencing as “paranoid”—whether they are or not. The same forgiveness is not granted to those of us who say we are “full of self-pity.”
There has to be some kind of work, it seems to me, to bind a group together. Socializing and shopping together are not enough.
Amazing to see the way friends and strangers here in Santa Fe do more than “adapt” to the virus—they make hay out of it.