COVID-19
We usually drop the “19” these days: we are instead in 2022, with a fourth wave, rampant transmission, spiralling cases and a sense that we’ll never shake free.
It seems kind of “wrong” to be pondering topics from my past when I’m sitting here in the middle of a global crisis that no one alive has experienced before – living inside history one day at a time.
Continue reading “Is the End Nigh?”I see that my last entry here was 7 months ago, as Canada neared the end of the third wave of COVID-19. Summer had arrived, vaccinations were on the rise, and we were all feeling optimistic, cautiously socializing and enjoying a warm-weather modicum of normality. My summer got hectic and my writing time greatly curtailed. It became tough making space for it again.
Today we’re in the thick of a super-transmissible fourth wave that no one expected. Nevertheless, vaccinations are high and active illness low, so I feel confident that it’s the last gasp of this awful pandemic.
It is also nearly the two-year anniversary of when we met two of our sons and their families in Texas for a vacation. I clearly recall chatting about the news of the day which included the detection of a new coronavirus in China… and, well, the rest is history.
Continue reading “I’m Back”I have taken a few days off from posting… or more specifically, from doing all the background work for posting. Instead I remind myself that it’s a longterm commitment and I don’t need to get notes “out there” with unrelenting regularity. I’m not trying to be famous.
I’m weary. We all are. The pandemic blankets us even as spirits are buoyed by vaccine progress. While I’ve set aside time to work here and I love doing so, I also have a slew of other commitments, not the least of which is monitoring a 4-year-old and a 6-year-old during their online school days.
This will all self-correct as COVID recedes and the world settles down but in the meantime post frequency will decline a bit.
There. I said it. I can already feel the pressure ease. Cheers!
I’ve considered an autobiography for years, but I decided to create its website only recently.
I have scads of notes. What I do not have are most of “my” photos – those of my growing years. They reside in the basement of my family home in Calgary and in the scrapbooks I made for my parents 40 years ago.
Continue reading “COVID has Trapped My Photos”The entire world remains in the grip of the COVID-19 Pandemic. It has assaulted our elders, those keepers of knowledge, wisdom, and memories, whose very existence has given us our own.
I never chatted with my grandparents about their own lives. They didn’t live nearby and, like most of us, I hardly gave it a thought….
My Name is Sydney Jo 