About Me

I was a second-career teacher, newly retired. In my other life, I crunched numbers as an accountant. Probably would have made a great math teacher had the thought occurred to me. No matter, I'm where I'm supposed to be. I have 2 grown daughters, 2 sons-in-law, a baby granddaughter, 2 poodles, and 1 hubby. I live and worked on Long Island.

Saturday, March 13, 2021

The bluest sky









It may be a little PTSD. 

I am truly stuck in a fog of Pandemic Fatigue.

Stuck in the muck and anxious for it, desperate for it to lift.

It will. . . especially when the bluest sky, the yellowest daffodil, and the barest tree begins to show off its 
green tempt me with hope.

I will write one word at a time, take off my winter coat, go for a walk, open my eyes, and feel.

But right now, I'm powerless. 

There are so many things that Covid brought to a halt without a proper warning.

I know I will not take them for granted when they return.

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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 13, 2021 at 11:17 AM

    Me either! I can not WAIT to hug people, especially my adult children again. It's coming, soon. It feels like spring after a year-long winter!

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  2. Stacey ShubitzMarch 17, 2021 at 3:13 PM

    There is SO MUCH that I know I won't take for granted when life eventually returns to normal. (And I don't think we're going to truly get there until 2022!)

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