I am trying to figure out how to use this new editor. I am thankful for all the helpful suggestions from others, but am still having a great deal of trouble. I have devoted this afternoon to trouble shooting my blog. Hope to have it figured out soon. It is giving me a headache!

I bought this porch swing six years ago, remembering how much I had loved sitting on a similar one at my grandparents’ house. But the years passed and my grandchildren were too busy running, jumping and playing to want to sit on the swing. Then came the pandemic and it turned out that the space between my chair and a person sitting on the swing was 6 feet, the required space to communicate without masks. Now each evening as it cools off a little I can sit and talk to one or the other of them face to face. It almost seems normal!

I am forced today to deal with the new WordPress editor. I know that they warned, threatened, cautioned, coaxed and tried their best to convince me that it was going to happen. Still, somehow, I stayed in denial until today. I am going to try to muddle through. Clearly no one in charge thought of the stupidity of introducing a new editor in the middle of a pandemic. I suspect they are related to the “leader” of my country who is now proposing a cut in the capital gains tax (benefiting only the very richest) instead of tackling the massive unemployment situation.

But as we have gathered, I am not in charge, either of WordPress or of the present regime. My granddaughter suggests I think about romance instead. She may have a point!

Yesterday marked the third anniversary of the death of my little sister. She was two weeks late entering the world. Sadly she left here before me, succumbing to her third bout of breast cancer at age 64. I miss her cheerful demeanor, her deep Christian faith, her commitment to her grandchildren.

When you lose a sibling, you lose someone to share inside family jokes. Who else knew what it meant when our mother was “on high beam?” Who else could mimic my father’s “don’t crowd me,” whenever we needed a laugh?

Love you, sis.

When I first heard of Zoom, I paid no attention. It appeared to be something that people who worked in offices were using to talk to one another without having to go into the office. Since I am retired, I neither go to an office building nor work with someone else. But it turned out that Zoom was going to be the way I communicated in several ways important in my life. Church discussion groups would be on Zoom. My book group was going to meet on Zoom. My spiritual director was now using Zoom. If she, at 82, could master the app, who was I to ignore it?

It turns out that Zoom is so popular because it is exceedingly user friendly. It took me about five minutes to install it on my computer. Joining a meeting after that necessitated simply clicking a link in an email.  It took me another thirty minutes to figure out how to schedule a meeting of my own. I have now done that three times, although at one point I lost my own meeting somewhere in the atmosphere. Apparently my invitee showed up to an empty room!

I have written before about etiquette tips for using Zoom, but I will repeat some of them. Be sure to get dressed, especially if you are used to using your computer in your pajamas. Avoid the bad habits of scratching, picking, yawning and burping that seem fine alone but are suddenly broadcast into everyone else’s houses via Zoom. Realize that anything that is around you will be visible to other Zoom participants. So if there is any reading material that you don’t wish to make public(your secret love of dime novels, for example), move it. Of course you can also stage your background with impressive books even if you never open them!

And my favorite tip if you are at your desktop and your computer has a mute button. While you cannot actually silence another Zoom participant, you can secretly mute the speaker until they are done. This is the equivalent of doodling during a meeting, but has the advantage of appearing as if you are actually listening. I have found this trick extremely useful during some church discussion groups!

Advice constantly given to people my age includes learning new skills to keep our brains active. The pandemic provided me with an unasked for opportunity to do just that. I have now learned how to give a somewhat adequate man’s haircut and how to utilize Zoom. Today my adventure in barbering, tomorrow my immersion into Zoom.

We live two blocks from an excellent Cuban barber and his crew. Although only Spanish is spoken there, and although my husband has no interest in the elaborate designs possible in a haircut, he has loved the convenience and professional cut he has received there for many years. But the pandemic closed all barber shops here for several months and he gradually looked like a “geezer” according to a close unnamed relative. Thanks to the recommendation from Pete from Beetley, I purchased the Wahl kit pictured above. Although my husband prefers quite a short look, I hesitated to start that way. I figured it would be easier to repair a too long cut than to repair a too short one.

You Tube provided me with the instructions for a “Basic Men’s Haircut.” While I don’t think of Charlie as a basic man, I did recognize that I needed a simple approach. So with a sheet on the floor and the victim on a dining room chair I commenced. The first cut was so much better than the geezer look that I stood amazed. I have given him two more so far. Sadly I have now become much more critical of my skill level and note that I have not quite managed to have the hair even over both ears!

But my most challenging achievement thus far is the eyebrow trim. After watching a video several times, I did take the comb and the clippers and managed to tame the longest hairs without cutting his skin! I am letting my own hair grow out and out and out! Maybe I will be able to sport a French twist before this pandemic is through.

I snapped this picture the morning before the power went out in the Tropical Storm/ Hurricane. I had intended to write about our yard, and was settling in to do so when we got a tornado alert on our phones and scurried to the basement. As you know, the next days were spent in the dark without connectivity. This time even our cell service, which worked during the blizzard which knocked out electricity, failed to work. Some towers must have gone down along with the trees. As a follow up to yesterday’s remarks on Eversource, which I am renaming Neversource, much of the state remains without power. They anticipate that 99% of people will have it by next Tuesday, a full week after we lost it.

We may have been quietly confined at home during this pandemic, but outdoors things have flourished. We have never had such abundance of zinneas. Similarly, the cardinal flowers are in full bloom. The blueberry plants, surrounded by a better netting, have produced better than ever. Last night my husband came into the house with at least 50 tomatoes from the garden, just the first of many. He may have gone a little wild with seed catalogs!

Birds have been prolific too. One pair of robins fledged three broods from a single nest. Nuthatches, wrens, mourning doves, sparrows, blue jays, carolina wrens and tufted titmice have been busy reproducing too. From the sounds we hear it appears a hawk has nested near by, since we hear her screeching as she drives away crows and blue jays.

I am comforted by nature’s resilience right now. People may not have a clue about how to function, but the birds and flowers are doing very well.

Or as Rick said in Casablanca: “I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.”

Well the best laid plans, as our Scottish friend Robert Burns noted in similar language, often go astray. I was ready to leap full bore into blogging, reconnecting with my friends, posting new thoughts, reading comments, writing comments, and generally restoring my blog presence. Then, right in the middle of a Zoom conversation, we received a tornado warning and fled to the basement.  Then the power went out. And stayed out.

I would like to think that there was no connection between Eversource, our power company, having their rate increase revoked last week and their failure to prepare for 70 mile an hour winds forecast for Tuesday across Connecticut. That would be easier to believe if the other power company in the state, United Illuminating, hadn’t planned accordingly. But they had. “Surprised by the storm, ” Eversource lost power for 800,000 Connecticut households by Tuesday night. And so inept they were unable to say more than “we are assessing the damage” for two days. Even their web site to report outages crashed because “we don’t have the manpower to keep our web site current.”

We lost all the food in the refrigerator. We lost all the ice cream in the freezers. Fortunately freezers are able to keep things in general frozen for 48 hours if the door is left closed. We regained our power after 47 hours, and most meat and poultry stayed solidly frozen. Many other residents are emptying their freezers as I write. And the two large grocery stores near us have had to throw out all fresh and frozen goods. This at a time when many citizens are going hungry because our national government continues to squabble over benefits. Sadly they can’t eat the spoiled food, though I suspect there are some officials who are wondering why not.

The underbelly of the United States is on full view for the world right now. It is not a pretty picture.

A popular credit card company used to have a tag line “Don’t leave home without it.” Now I experience the opposite, “Don’t forget where you put your card before you order.” In our part of the country, while many restrictions have been lifted, people over 65 are still being advised to “Stay Safe. Stay Home.” This means that I have become very used to seeing our local United Parcel Service delivery man.

When I was a child, most things came as deliveries. Milk, cottage cheese and eggs came from the dairy. Clothing and toys came from Sears or Montgomery Wards. The pharmacy delivered. Department stores would help over the phone with purchases and then deliver them. Even if we went downtown on a Saturday and bought things they were delivered to our home later that day. The only time we left home to buy things was on Saturdays. Once a week my mother used our one car to go to the grocery store and the library to stock up on food and books. My father used the car the rest of the week to go to work. But of course all of that changed over the last fifty years. Until now!

I have made the transition to even buying groceries on line and having them delivered, though I do miss just going to the store. While I miss my weekly visits, our library has recently made it possible to phone in book requests and then drive there and have a librarian put the books in the trunk of the car. No serendipitous finds, but something to read nonetheless.

Because so many people in my country refuse to follow even basic requests for masks and social distancing, the virus rages out of control here. I remain impressed by the compliance in my state, but we are very much outliers in the national scene. And of course we can’t stay return to any semblance of normal life until our fellow citizens across the nation get control of the epidemic.

Until then, I will stay home and stay safe. And I will continue to fill our recycling bin with the enormous amount of cardboard coming into our home every week. Maybe I should have invested in a carton factory!

I finally have my new computer up and running and have managed to load all my old data from the Time Machine Apple calls it external hard drive. Though I was dubious, everything did transfer seamlessly over to the new hard drive. Thankfully I learned many computer catastrophes ago to always back up everything.

I am a little challenged about how to reenter the blogging sphere. I have missed reading friends for ten days and I know I can’t catch up both reading and commenting. I will try to ease my way back to connection and hope to respond at least to comments I received while I was incommunicado.

I really missed the interactions with friends around the world that I had become accustomed to over the last four years. I realized that the main reason I hadn’t felt isolated during Covid was that I was connected to people every day. Without that over the last week I found I was feeling as lonely as many others report these days.

Thank you for all your writing and responding. You make a real difference in my life.