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 Time is slow, life is now a new normal. The wave of anxiety and unknowns has come and gone.  I think we all expect the Rona virus to plague us and start killing people all over the place. No doubt it is still bad, but most everyone I know has let their guard down substantially. Dalton and Austin came over from the west side of Washington. Rachel let’s us within 6 feet of her. People are wearing masks less and less in public. Will these actions result in a rise in cases? It’s likely. But I think as a society we are fed up with being isolated and are willing to take some risk for something that has a low chance of mortality. There is no normal anymore, it will likely be years until the world returns to what it used to be. At what point will we go west and see our parents? Do we have a big family reunion? Thanksgiving? Christmas? 2021? When will vaccine be available? Will one ever be available? So many unknowns.

With the Rona taking up all headlines for the last couple months, there hasn’t been much to talk about outside of that. Even though I’m on a schedule with work, I still find it hard to track what day of the month it is. I think it’s because there are no events or anything planned out in advance. So I only really track what day of the week it is. It’s Tuesday. It’s May. But there are no plans in the future so I am not counting down the days to a specific day of the month. It’s weird, although I am sure it’s even more weird for people who aren’t working or who work remotely.

I haven’t had a lot on my mind as of late. Just because of uncertainty, I don’t really have any long term plans. If anything time is slowing down because it’s just living day to day now. There is no “we have plans in two weeks”. It’s funky to be like that. Having plans sounds pretty sweet to me now.
2020 was going to be a big year of plans. There were trips planned, people to meet, gatherings planned. It’s all been tossed out the window. People are looking to 2021 for hope. To me that’s seems such a waste, over 6 months just to get to January 2021. More realistically it could be 18 months until a vaccine is made. That’s the best case scenario as well. It does seem like a waste unless life can return to some sort of normalcy. I know I’m not going to wait 6 months, or wait till the middle of 2021, to keep on enjoying life. I don’t think I have stopped enjoying it from the very start of this new world.

And neither should you dear reader. Oh yes, I’m speaking to you.

Go for a swing

Give a piggyback ride

Gather round

Eat some tacos

Swing some more

Go skate 

Gather around some more

Find yourself a rocket ship

Sit next to a fire 

Smell some fresh cut grass

Stretch. Get naked and jump in a river. Get sunburned. Call your parents. Sing a song. Sing a whole book of songs. Do a FaceTime with too many people. Find some new music. Pet your animals. Adopt an animal. Listen to the birds. Make your bed. Sleep in. Wake up really early. Drink a bunch of water. Drink a bunch of wine. Do all of these things and you’ll be fine. Or do none of them. 

Hard to write about things when most days feel the same. But every day is different. I’m not in the same mood everyday, the same things don’t happen to me everyday. I should post more. I want to be posting maybe 3 days a week. See ya in a month

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