Behind the mask.

This weekend I saw this video. It teaches you how to make a face mask without sewing, which really came in handy because my sewing machine is in storage and with all of the social distancing and staying at home going on, it is completely out of reach. I made masks for everyone in my family for our walk today. I had to do some improvising because the elastic bands did not work for my husband or my kids. I guess they all have the same ear structure. I used one of my husband’s old shirts, made of light yet tightly woven fabric.

It took a bit of getting used to. The weather was cool outside but the mask was warm to me at first. Since the kids are teens and young adults, we kept the walk long enough to get exercise yet short enough not to get too uncomfortable for them, but then I think I wound up being more out of sorts than they were. I was determined to stick with it, and toward the end of the walk I wound up being completely at ease with the mask.

The person in charge of education in our state is pretty sure that the kids will not be returning to school this year. I have been preparing for that possibility, mentally and otherwise, almost since I heard that the schools would be closed, but there is a feeling of loss upon hearing the words.


20200404_144134This morning, I was sitting at the table trying to get some writing done when the smell of bread toasting in the oven floated through. It was so sweet and warm that it reminded me of the dinner rolls that they used to bake in the cafeteria when I was in junior high school. They were so fluffy and buttery and wonderful. I have only been able to replicate them a few times, but they were a very good thing.

If I was experiencing my regular routine and running everywhere to get everything done for myself and my children, would I have even had that moment of reflection earlier today? Would I have even noticed the smell of the bread wafting through the kitchen and dining area or would I have been pushing that treadmill, trying so hard to get from point a to point b? I hope when this is over, I can continue to be mindful of the simple things that are going on all around me.

Moving Right Along.

Today was my family’s 26th day of social distancing ourselves. I miss my people. I miss meeting new people. I miss my old routines. I miss my children’s old routines that were a part of my routines. I know that someone is being helped because we are not going to all of the places we usually would go (maybe that someone is us), but yesterday and today have been the days when I have had to give myself some grace because I have had to have a few moments of silence and prayer and grief and breathing and writing my thoughts down about things I need to change so I don’t find myself feeling this way the next time my life goes through a major disruption.


This morning, my children and I went for a walk at a nature area not far from where we live. It is beautiful and lush and meanders along a local creek. We headed out early so that we could practice social distancing. It really amazed me how remote the trail felt such a short distance from the densely populated area where we live, which I should be used to after twenty years living in the Pacific Northwest.

In the aftermath of the Covid-19 pandemic, it felt good to get out and just take in the plants, trees water and space. It was sad to have to take steps to practice social distance, but I think it is the best thing to do right now to help make things better in the long run.