Happy Hour: Moving Into The Yellow Phase
I have a HUGE case of spring fever! It was still cold and raw in Pennsylvania this week, and we even had snow for a couple of days. But today it's in the upper 70s, and we finally took most of the storm windows off the farmhouse windows and put the screens in this morning. It's warm and breezy, and the fresh air makes the house smell SO good! We're supposed to get bad thunderstorms later tonight, naturally. It seems like the world can't make up its mind this year as to how it wants to behave.
I was out and about in said world this week, for the first time in two months: I had a mammogram in Cranberry Township, outside Pittsburgh, on Monday, so my medical oncologist could ensure that what she saw on my chest CT scan in March was, indeed, simply scar tissue (thankfully, it was!); and then I went to my eye doctor yesterday to order the new glasses I'd needed before the lockdown went into place eight weeks ago; being on the computer so much with a weak prescription is causing a lot of eye strain and headaches, and I held out as long as I could but ultimately had to go get them. And today, Cambria and Somerset Counties moved into the "Yellow" phase of reopening. I'm trying not to be cynical, but I AM being realistic - the second wave of the coronavirus is coming and will likely be hastened by everyone suddenly moving around like life is normal again. My new glasses should be in in the next few days, and this way I can go pick them up and be all taken care of if and when we get locked down again.
It's crazy how much you take for granted until you can't do it anymore. On a regular trip to Cranberry, we'd have stopped for Starbucks and lunch at a travel plaza along the Pennsylvania Turnpike, maybe gone to IKEA just to look around - nothing big or huge, but it was strange to just go straight there, get McDonald's drive-thru and eat in the car in the hospital parking lot, and then go straight back home. Something so little and unremarkable, but it showed just how drastically all our daily lives have changed. Casey wasn't even allowed into the building with me; they stopped him at the door and sent him back to the car. I understand why it all has to be like this right now, but it does make me marvel at how the little things have suddenly come to mean so much. I'll never take our old way of life for granted again.
I have to admit, I'm concerned about this reopening. We are NOWHERE near out of the woods yet. I predict it'll be at least two or three full years before daily life even BEGINS to resemble what it was three months ago. All we can do is keep pushing through. I just hope everyone uses common sense.
In other news, my novel is with two Beta readers now, who are reading it and preparing to give feedback. Once they're finished and I go through their suggestions and make whatever tweaks might be necessary, it'll go to a professional editor. Publication is right around the corner! And I've already started gathering the bones of Book 2!
This afternoon, Casey and his mom donned their beekeeper suits and tended to our beehives, and I recorded a good bit of it (before I got stung - my own fault for moving around so much in the bees' flight path). In the next few weeks, I'll edit that footage and share it. It's fascinating, everything that goes into raising honeybees. I never really thought about it, but honeybees are, indeed, animals, and they need their own special kind of care just like every other animal out there. Today, Casey and his mom checked each of our three hives for bee health, mites, and the presence of queen bees; treated for mites and ants; and added new levels to a couple of the hives, which means the bees are thriving and making honey and growing their tribes, so to speak. It should make for fun viewing!
Hoping all of you and your loved ones are safe and healthy and looking forward to a good weekend!