Day 77 dawned upon us like most of the rest since March 13.
Considering that I’ve been on summer break from working in public schools for seven years next month, having time to write hasn’t changed much in these 77 days of hunkering. My last assignment, by choice, was subbing for the principal at Vancouver Washington’s Hough Elementary on Friday, May 30, 2013.
One might think, however, that I’d have more time to add real content to this blog between week 70 and 77. Well, it’s finish putting in the garden in or forget it time in the PNW. And I still ponder unanswerable questions: why don’t critters yank up weeds instead of corn and why don’t slugs eat things we can’t?
Thanks to WhatsApp video chats, our great-grandson whom we hadn’t seen since he was an infant recognized us when we were able to visit. It’s has been nearly two years, because he and his parents were overseas for 20 months and got back before travel to and from where they were was locked down.
Random quotes from my books:
“A rhythmic engine noise and vibration exacerbated my pounding headache. Pitch, yaw, and roll along with the foul smell of crankcase oil, and diesel contorted my stomach and gut like the onset of food poisoning.”1
“Peace is not always what it is cracked up to be. Lest it be said that all is good and well as this is published, Goor needed to remind himself many times that absence from war is not the same as peace of the soul for those who were there.”2