I disobeyed the order of social distancing last night. My friends all got together for wine, bourbon, and some deliciously juicy shrimp on the grill. The porch was at least the semblance of being outside rather than our germs and the Covid-19 swirling around the house. I kept a reasonable distance from most, but we did get a little close to take some photos together. I'm not being very good a regulating the distance, except when I'm at the grocery store.
I cut out more landscape pictures today to start to fill out my project. It's almost to the point where I can begin to permanently affix each circle to the canvas; I have more than enough to cover it, but this time, I'm trying to connect the dots a little more than just make an abstract colorful collage. This takes more time and more effort to find the right shade or the right shape near the corners of the canvas.
Even after a night of getting together with friends, those same friends met at my patio to recount their boating adventure to me today.
"We kept wishing you were there."
It always feels good to be wanted. There's a lot of conversation about relationships, failed and faulty. I lean back in my lawnchair and listen most of the time -- the conscientious observer.
We leave our shoes outside now.
We open doors with tissues and wash our hands as soon as we get home.
We tend to change our clothes if we've been out in public somewhere.
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