The sky is gray outside. It rained all night.
I would love to have laid in bed and listened to the rain. But Charlie’s bedroom air purifier makes so much white noise that I could not hear anything but occasional growls of thunder.
Ivy has been on a “meowing” tear this morning. She has followed me around meowing. She has been fed. I have turned the water on to trickle in the bathtub for her to drink, her new favorite thing.
She is now on the table next to me begging to be petted. I type a few words and then stop and pet her head, which she loves.
Suddenly she jumps off the table and goes zooming about the room as cats are known to do.
I went outside with Charlie this morning, who threw up on my bed right after I got up so now I have the washer going, and walked among the containers looking for seedlings sprouting.
I think today I’m going to sit and go through my old gardening magazines. I drag them out every year and do this. Sometimes I see things I’ve seen a dozen times before but in a new unexpected way that gives me an idea or two.
It’s hard to concentrate on things when every few hours I find myself looking on the internet at the number of people who have died in Tulsa and the United States and everywhere else. Wondering if I know any of them.
It’s hard to forget, even for a short time, that there are people who were fine a month ago but are now fighting for their lives.
I get the digital edition of The Washington Post and read the accounts by doctors of what it is like in New York City right now. I read about a doctor who just gave birth there and she told how different it was from when she had her first child there.
She wrote about how there are doctors and nurses who sadly have succumbed to this awful virus because it hit so fast they don’t have the appropriate number of gowns and masks and such to protect themselves.
They are working many shifts and are exhausted and afraid and writing out their wills in case they suddenly become the patient.
Yesterday I read about a young man who for whatever reason went around one hospital parking lot slashing nurses’ tires.
What demented reason could this person have had to bring further problems to these people who are selflessly working on the front lines every day?
I’ve tried not to dwell on all this in recent posts. But today, reading about the doctor who worried the whole time that she could be infecting the medical staff or one of them could be infecting her or her baby, struck a nerve.
But our world has been turned upside down. Pregnant women are giving birth in a time that is so different and scary.
There should be family waiting for them at home to celebrate the joy and exultation at this new life. But there is a new normal now and people must keep their distance and celebrate new life in a different and more distant way.
The doctor and her husband will have to be diligent about wiping everything down as they take their daughter home for the first time.
New beginnings, new life, should not start out this way. There should be grandparents there to welcome them home. People bearing gifts and casseroles ringing the doorbell.
The joy and celebration should not be encumbered by the worrying realization that they could have brought a virus home from the hospital right along with their precious newborn.