|Scarecrows in Steveston|
Our Covid-19 numbers are rising in British Columbia. With a rainy and cold October, social distancing is becoming more difficult. Yesterday, our Public Health Officer reminded us that our private gatherings must remain small and that masks should always be worn in indoor public spaces. My daughter and I are continuing with our Saturday afternoon visits to Steveston. During October, the storefronts are decorated with scarecrows.
|I'm not sure Dr. Bonnie Henry (wizard) would be flattered.|
In these times, I've been doing a lot reading. Yesterday, I had a Zoom bookclub meeting where we discussed From the Ashes by Jesse Thistle, a Métis-Cree man, who spent much of his life addicted to to drugs and alcohol. Although I knew that Jesse overcame his addiction, I found the description of his life as
a drug addict disturbing. Jesse and his two brothers were neglected as young children and were placed first in the foster care system and then with their paternal grandparents. One of our members asked, "If the Thistle family were your neighbours, would you have let your children play with the boys?" As we are a church-based book club comprised of many educators, we had a very interesting discussion. Not a book for the squeamish, From the Ashes, taught me a lot about addiction and White Privilege.
My newly exposed balcony is causing me some problems. The balcony is not very big and there are no drains. The half barrels in which I grew vegetables have become rain/mud barrels. I have no way of emptying them. I can't dump them on the balconies of the lower units. I tried using a pail, scooping water and flushing but it is very dirty and time consuming work. Yesterday, we put out suet, seed bells and hummingbird food. Our balcony is alive with small birds. I sweep and vacuum seed every day so that the neighbours don't complain.
Apartment life is challenging during pandemic. The units on both sides of us have been sold and are being renovated. I'm in the bedroom right now as Brian is singing online with his friend in the living room. As I'm not working, we are home together most week days.
Last week, I got my hair cut. It's the second time in 9 months. Curly hair is funny because when the stylist uses the round brush to style it, it usually looks longer than pre-cut. I'm learning to use hair clips and to make messy topknots.
Some days, I am very ambitious with my at-home tasks. Last week, I took everything out of my closet.
I put summer/resort wear in a suitcase and donated seldom-worn clothing. I still have too many purses and not enough black shoes. I collated all of my remaining clothing and accessories. In the early 2000's, I worked with a personal stylist. At that time, I was colouring my hair and my colour palette was autumn.
I still have a few accessories. The other day, I put on my fuchsia tunic and blue/purple scarf. A definite winter, I'd say. It's funny how we change!
Reading, walking, stitching, cooking, gardening, household tasks with a Zoom meeting or a medical appointment thrown in (husband and mum)....I wonder where the Covid-19 road will lead us this winter.