Sunday, March 22, 2020 Global Status: 335,403 Active Cases: 223,156 Recovered Cases: 97,636 Fatal Cases: 14,611 Come here, he said. I walked across the deck and he wrapped his arms around me from behind. We were still. The morning was still. No wind. No rain. No hail. The sounds of the city have been replaced by the singing of the birds. This guy singing this song, that guy singing another. Talking to each other in Read more…
Saturday, March 21, 2020 Global Status: 307,037 Active Cases: 198,795 Recovered Cases: 95,795 Fatal Cases: 13,034 That was the biggest earthquake I’ve ever been in!, Mom said instead of ‘hello’ when I answered the phone last night. Earthquake?, I asked. The earthquakes moved out of Utah and Northern California and worked their way to three miles from my Mom’s house. It was a 5.0. Some books fell off her shelves and things fell from the Read more…
Friday, March 20, 2020 Dead: 11,400 The numbers are all wrong. They are only counting the dead who tested positive. But they aren’t testing everyone. And people are dead in their homes while the skies suck up the smog. People are quarantining themselves at home because they’re not quite sick enough to die and it’s too expensive to go to the hospital anyway. It’s so much cheaper to die. There’s no tests to confirm anything Read more…
Thursday, March 19, 2020 Global Status: 243,665 Active cases: 146,393 Fatal cases: 10,007 He absently ran his fingers through my hair as we stared at the ceiling. Coffee time, he asked gently? Okay, I sighed. What world is this? Such calm in the hills. The trees wearing their new pretty white dresses. Puffy white clouds and a baby blue sky. Perfect for skiing. But of course the ski resorts are closed now. They gave all Read more…
Wednesday, March 18, 2020 I’ve been preparing for the apocalypse since Y2K. We all have, really. We all stockpiled food and ammunition and feared our neighbors and waited patiently for global unrest ever since. I knew that out of all the people in the universe, I would be the Strong One. I would be The-One-To-Survive. I knew All-The-Things. Everyone knew this about themselves. Everyone is The One. Yet my heart is spending a good part Read more…
An hour to pack up and an hour drive down a new Parkway that cut a gash through the desert hills. Wild horses chillin’ in the sagebrush and golden grass curling up for the winter. The blue sky not nearly as deep now that summer ran away. Over the hills and down into the next valley and then we could see the trees. A long line of cottonwoods sticking their necks up and looking around. Read more…
Day 15 Bergen, Noway to Knoxville, TN USA It was 3am and we were in the atrium of the boat with a gaggle of other tourists. Drinking coffee from little to-go cups and not eating pastries because it was way-too-early for breakfast. Waiting for someone to tell us what to do next. Groups one and two go ahead, somebody announced. We got up with just our carry-on luggage and trooped our way off the boat. Read more…
Day 14 Bergen, Norway We left our sliding glass door open to the deck all night. The boat moved steadily along. Reliable and strong. The sound of waves swishing around in our brains. The White Noise of Eternity. Bringing us back to our literal roots as creatures of the sea from a bazillion years ago. The rain started at some point, and we slept even harder, just to find our carpet pretty wet in the Read more…
Day 14 Bergen, Norway We left our sliding glass door open to the deck all night. The boat moved steadily along. Reliable and strong. The sound of waves swishing around in our brains. The White Noise of Eternity. Bringing us back to our literal roots as creatures of the sea from a bazillion years ago. The rain started at some point, and we slept even harder, just to find our carpet pretty wet in the Read more…
Day 13 Eidfjord, Norway Terrye bring your camera, I whispered. As though speaking aloud would take away the mountains that shot straight out of the water. As though speaking aloud would make the fog wake up and walk away. As though the world is only magic when it’s silent. The trees were only just starting to change. The dark green leaves of summer fading to the beginnings of yellow. Of orange. Tumbling down the steep Read more…