So here goes… If it’s Thursday morning, I’m writing a blog post and there’s always something to write about in this time of pandemic isolation.
Big week- I was out of isolation this week to don a mask and head to my local Toyota dealer to go through the final part of the process of switching out my 3 year old 2017 Prius Prime silver car for a 2020 model with very few changes. Well the price is a bit higher but in 3 years I’ll be showing up somewhere to pick up another new car. I do love cars… but once I loved cars that had stick shifts and very sporty… now I enjoy an automatic and really only hybrids- this one is a plug in but sadly, so far I don’t have access to a charging place. Hopefully if/when a new broom sweeps away the tragic Trump mess, we can return to responsible players in the world and work to catch up with the rest of the world leadership. My fingers are so crossed.
My new car is getting used to its new digs at the moment but tomorrow morning we’ll be out on the road out for our first spin together, traveling on the NYS Thruway to my hometown of Ellenville, NY. I’ve been there many times, since I moved away, visiting my family for weekends, family events…after all it’s only an 1 and 1/2 away… a stones throw away. But in this era of Covid 19 we have been talking about this trip for the last 2+ months, wondering when it was the best time.
I need to get away from my space for a few days but I need to be careful. So I’ll pack, I’ll prep my house, Ill back my car out of its garage for the first time and get back on the road. I’m figuring that even though it’s Memorial Day there won’t be too many other drivers with me…
AND I’m back and it was great to be with family and the familiar and it’s good to be back home now even if I’m dealing with a sore lower back but it’s not about me..
As I watched Rachel Maddow last night I was finishing a 1000 piece puzzle- a Klimt- picture about. I listened to Rachel as she focused on that 100,000 number of dead from the Coronavirus. I teared up as I heard her do the same.
And if that’s not enough sadness… there’s the execution of George FLoyd that is so well documented in the song below. Highs are so high and lows so devistatingly low.