June 5

I have written this journal every day for two and a half, almost three months. I have been on quite the streak. The most difficult thing I find is keeping it fresh and interesting for myself and for anyone who reads it.

My days have returned to a state of normal, our lives are returning to normal as well. Traffic is much the same as pre-covid and people seem to be over the pandemic. In a couple weeks we will see if the pandemic is over. With all the people gathering to protest and not social distancing,  we may have a spike in cases. If there is no spike in cases, the people will demand an end to restrictions, the virus will seemingly have disappeared.

Will there be a second wave of infections? We will know in time. Time is the one thing we have on our side. Patience, however, is running out. Mr. Fuzzy Face, our prime minister, went to a protest today. He wore a mask and marched with protesters. That was a mistake. I want my leader to lead. He may think it’s leadership to support the movement. He has discarded all the precautions and all the social distance practices for a photo-op. The people are restless. If the virus is still real and dangerous, the last thing we need to see is Trudeau walking in a crowd of people.

I pulled my head back from the rabbit hole. I turned off the news and filtered out the BS. Instead, I went into my garden to weed. The therapy of pulling weeds comes at a time when I needed to distance myself from the noise. Yesterday it was boating, today it’s weeding.

Our garden is blooming and we missed some of our veggies. The Bok Choy is now flowering in the garden. Our strawberries are starting to produce little red deliciousness. My mouth explodes with the flavour of freshly picked berries. A vast improvement on the store-bought strawberries we have had for the last six months.

The purity and simplicity of weeding my garden refreshes my mind. Unfortunately, it hurts my body. I continued my chore until my back screamed for rest. I relinquished my task and went to our neighbours for a break. It was rum o’clock. Sitting down on Brad’s deck to enjoy the view we connected again. Our lives made simpler by the cancelation of most things fun. They have stopped concerts, sports and music. To connect we sit on our decks and enjoy each other’s company.

The sky opened up and the rain came down. We sat and listened to the hypnotic sound of rain on a tin roof. We were sheltered but the wind picked up and the rain came harder blowing in from the sides we felt the moisture sprinkle on our faces. It was time to seek shelter inside. Like this pandemic, will we need to seek shelter again?

Connected and refreshed, we went home content. Content we have our friends and our health. I hope that soon we can know where the infection is. I hope we can connect in sports, in concerts and a reopened world.