What happened in May? That was years ago now. I see scrawled notes, that Tuesdays and Fridays seemed the hardest, for whatever reasons. May 1, a Friday, I note “rock bottom day.” Depression? Exhaustion? Too many negatives, not enough hope.
It snowed on May 9. Then by month’s end, it was summer hot, with a major thunderstorm and power outage.
Midmonth, Tim was diagnosed with what turned out to be a (very mild) case (thank god) of shingles. The nurse, via telemed set-up, asked whether he’d been under any unusual stress lately. Why, yes.
Some socially distanced happy houring began. All outside. The measure of distancing was likely inconsistent.
A teacher friend decided to retire after all, not teach one more year—the one thing she could control.
We sat in our backyard one Saturday and participated in a bird count. We went birding as much as we could, because May is when you see them, before they all go quiet and the trees leaf out. I added 45 species to my 2020 list.
On one jaunt, we met four interesting birders (one a herpetologist) and tagged along with them, which was an adventurous and wonderful decision.
I Zoomed meetings, yoga classes, and a blogger meet up, remeeting Dona (whose birthday is today—happy birthday, Cedar Waxwing!) and meeting Bridgett, Linda, and Maureen for the first time.
I have to look at my calendar to distinguish the months and the memories, to remember what happened when. It’s all running together.
Our first Zoom meeting was that long ago? Hard to believe. Thanks for the birthday wishes!
ReplyDeleteGreat that you went birding and met the other birders.
"The measure of distancing was likely inconsistent." I laughed at the meaning of that. Then I cringed a little too. No doubt you did a lot of both.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad there were connections in May!