Hunkering Down III

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erspective on hunkering down being hard to do. Nothing is new under the recent sun — news is still full of difficulty. And it’s still like a zit in the middle of one’s forehead which cannot not be seen. We are still octogenarians and so noted when we filled out the census document. I feel blessed that we could do it online. As I feel blessed that I can key my thoughts instead of having to hand-write. Many from my past can testify to my not passing Palmer penmanship classes as a young person. We had to practice the lines and circles much like shown here until a teacher approved. I seldom got a half sheet done without being off-slant or making my ovals too tight or too loose. The goal of course was to have one’s cursive look like this example.

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ome of you previous readers probably noticed immediately that I misdirected myself in mid-paragraph. So, yesterday, Sunday, was different from most, but we did have a little practice setting up Facebook on our TV last week. That made it easier to do yesterday for our pastor live streaming using his cell phone from his home. Next week should be a quicker set up for us and he may have better equipment by then. The process could become permanent and will serve those who cannot make it to church in the calmer time ahead.

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early every time I use modern communication methods, I remind myself of how it was then. The then being when I didn’t have the change and Mother couldn’t afford a collect phone call. Post cards and letters took a week to go across country and back when I was first in the Army in the ‘50s. Just before the Berlin wall went up it was $9.00 a minute – cash in the phone booth up front – to communicate with my wife from Frankfurt, Germany to Seattle. So, during the last week, we communicated instantly with someone in Africa, and multiple places in the US. We tracked a flight from Ethiopia to Washington, DC in real time. E-mail has kept us in touch with family and friends very quickly, and chat platforms have been even quicker. Bill paying for these octogenarians has been on line, but we’ve still used postage stamps on greetings to those less connected.

As it was last week family living locally has checked in with, “Can we get anything for you?” and many younger friends continue to do the same. We are still not overstocked so giving someone a list or going ourselves to the market early in the morning when crowds are thin is in discussion. Both of us need haircuts, and our hope is that mine will not become an untrimmed mullet. We’ve been fair weather walkers and we’ve completed 7 days in a row.

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unkering down still hasn’t given me any extra writing time. Springtime still demands yard sprucing and garden soil preparation. But perhaps today – after seven dry and mostly dry days, the rain is back. Well not walking in the has contributed to time for this.

“down dooby doo down down, comma comma” 1From Breaking Up Is Hard To Do by Neil Sedaka or one of the others.

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