Susan D in Ottawa, Canada: March Anniversaries

March 3

One year ago we returned to Canada from France, a long awaited sojourn in our former apartment in Paris prudently cut short.  A friend we speak with from time to time on Skype always reiterates how wise we were to leave when we did.  At the time she thought our departure was precipitous.  Her comments underline how little we knew then what was in store for us as the virus swept through the world in the following months.

Now we are blanketed in snow that has been falling regularly, and I am drawn to T. S. Eliot and The Wasteland once again,

Winter kept us warm,

Covering earth in forgetful snow, feeding

A little life with dried tubers …

A beautiful blanket of snow covers everything, softening edges and muffling sounds.  But we are not forgetful.  Perhaps “a little life with dried tubers” could stand for our constricted life in this our current winter.  The image of dried tubers somehow describes life under year two of COVID-19.

March 9

One year ago Canada reported its first death from COVID-19.  The death of an elderly Vancouver resident of a senior care institution marked the beginning of an increasing death toll across the country as the virus spread its reach to all provinces.

March 10

One year ago I was sick in bed and sad to have left Paris.  This year my birthday was surprisingly a happy one.  The weather suddenly changed to sun and a bearable temperature for coffee-in-coats on the front porch. My sister ignored my dictate to ignore my upcoming birthday and mailed one of her charming theme gifts.  My granddaughters called, which is always very cheering.   Friends and family called and wrote, reminding me that they are still there, if not yet available in person.  My dearie cooked me two favourite dinners, one on Birthday Eve and one on my Birth-Day, and gave me chocolates and a new down jacket to ward off the winter cold.  My daughter called and sent flowers and humour, see note on bouquet.

March 11

One year ago, the World Health Organisation characterised COVID-19 as a global pandemic, alerting the world to its spread and the importance of taking action.

Marking this anniversary, Canadian political leaders remembered those who died and praised and thanked the health care workers and all those that have kept the country functioning.  More than 22,000 people have died of the disease, with roughly two-thirds of the fatalities occurring in long-term care facilities.  The Prime Minister marked the anniversary in House of Commons: “It has been a tough year, a heartbreaking year. But it has been a year we have faced together.”

March 12

One year ago Quebec declared a state of emergency.   By March 22 all provinces and territories had followed suit, with gradually increasing restrictions. Now we go back and forth between the colourful stages of constraint – yellow, orange, red – as new case numbers, hospitalisations and deaths rise and fall.  We still focus on those numbers.  We also note each new vaccine that is approved by Health Canada, the rate of expected doses to arrive in the country and the number of vaccinations that have been given and to whom.  The real focus is – when will my turn come?

March 14

The percentage of the Canadian population vaccinated is 1.6.

March 15

Ontario has just opened its vaccination effort to those over 80 (recent birthday not helpful). There were problems with the booking system.

March 21

Almost one year ago and for the first time since Canadian Confederation in 1867, the Canada-U.S. border was closed to non-essential travel.  At 8,891 kilometres, it is the longest undefended border in the world.  The partial closure has resulted in an 80% drop in traffic, and although there has been some pressure from several quarters in the U.S. the Prime Minister’s response was “Eventually, but not for today”.

A word of advice

The Prime Minister’s comment might be the best advice for all hopes for shots, for family stays, for friends at the dinner table, for travel – eventually, but not today.

Susan D in Ottawa, Canada: Winter sets in

1 February

January brought us the provincial lockdown as the pre-Christmas prediction of an increase in cases came to pass.  People, even some now former politicians, ignored the call to have Christmas with only immediate family and to avoid all non-essential travel and case numbers have indeed risen.   The Premier of Ontario warned on January 8th, “we’re in a desperate situation” and “the consequences will be more dire” if we do not respect the health measures currently in place.  He added that if cases rise further and hospitals are overwhelmed, the shutdown could continue beyond the end of January.  On January 12th he declared a state of emergency and stay at home order to last until February 19th.  The Premier was promptly savaged by a reporter in the Globe and Mail, “With clownish incompetence, Ontario enacts a new, incomprehensible ‘lockdown’.“ *  Once again the communication gets a failing grade.

We are to stay at home, but being forced inside is a winter state for most Canadians.  When I last wrote I attributed a benign character to Weather. Now it is once again its old self, and after holding back so long it had to let go and return to normal behaviour.  January first brought us periods of heavy snow, followed by a period of frigid days and nights.  Writing in early January, an Ottawa reporter reminded us of who we really are as Canadians.

We are a winter people, ice people, nice people.  There is only one dominant season for Canadians, the one that defines us (whether we like it or not). … The season that extinguishes all others. The season that enters Canadian conversations all year long (even in 40 C weather). … Winter is not simply a season, it’s a state of mind. **

We should really not mind this winter, cradled as we are in its gentle mittened hands – gentle, that is, if we obey the order to stay at home.

* Urbach, Robyn. “With clownish incompetence, Ontario enacts a new, incomprehensible ‘lockdown’ “. Globe and Mail, Jan. 11, 2021.

** Cornish, Douglas. “The Winter of Our Identity”. Globe and Mail, January 11, 2021.

Susan D in Ottawa, Canada: Christmas past – COVID not yet past

December 30

Our COVID Christmas was – 

Christmas tree for two with presents for two, which magically appeared after the photo was taken,

Christmas breakfast for two,

Christmas lunch for two and

Christmas dinner for two.

This number was not normal; it felt like a fake Christmas, although fake is a word we hear so often it almost feels normal.  Daughter and family were in Florida enjoying being together, but not enjoying the COVID case escalation there.  We two, at home in Ottawa are now going into another provincial lockdown with an escalation of case numbers in the province, although not a patch on the numbers in Florida.

The Monday before Christmas, the Premier announced a temporary lockdown to be imposed province wide as of the day after Christmas – would not much of the damage have been done by then?  However, given the experience after Thanksgiving, it did not take much thought to raise worries about the potential outcome of Christmas travel and gatherings.  We had noted in the Fall a temporary structure being built beside the Emergency wing of the hospital, and the increasing frequency of the emergency helicopter flying overhead en route to the helipad.  The Ontario Hospital Association issued a very stern letter warning that hospital resources might not be adequate if there was a surge in cases.  Presumably government listened, as it acted, announcing the lockdown of between 14 and 28 days, depending on the region.  Our mayor was infuriated that Ottawa should be included in the longest lockdown since we had behaved well after an earlier spike in case numbers, being a city of civil servants used to taking and obeying orders.  He complained and the Premier responded, criticizing what he labelled a mere political reaction.

So here we are again, case numbers climbing up and restrictions coming down on us:

Indoors – no organized public events and social gatherings, except with members of the same household;

Outdoors – limit of 10 people;

Restaurants, bars, meeting and event spaces – take out, drive through and delivery permitted, including alcohol;

Sports, exercise classes and gyms closed, but outdoor skating and skiing permitted;

Places of worship – 10 people indoors or outdoors;

Casinos, bingo halls and other gaming establishments; indoor cinemas; performing arts centres and venues, cinemas closed;

Retail generally permitted to be open for curbside pick-up or delivery only;

Supermarkets, grocery stores, convenience stores, other retailers selling groceries, beer and wine and liquor stores, pharmacies and safety supply stores permitted to be open for in-person shopping permitted with restrictions.

Schooling will be remote for elementary students until 11 January, for secondary students and university students until 25 January.

All eyes are fixed of the vaccine approvals and the schedules for vaccinations!

Considering the weather – pathetic fallacy

Christmas Eve unleashed an uncontrolled outburst by the weather, with lashing rains making tears run down the windows and winds howling a lament. The weather has seemed strangely attuned to our predicaments this year.  In the early Fall we had the cold snap that I described earlier, a reminder to get prepared for the long hard Canadian winter to come, with even more deprivation as the cold drives us inside.  But then there was a reprieve.  Temperatures rose to acceptable levels for summer right after the fractious American election, giving us a sense of euphoria about the outcome of the election of course, but also the ability to take the woollen things off again.  The trees that had begun to turn colour stopped the process and held on to their leaves well into the Fall.  Then gradually, gently, temperatures have descended with only a minor snowfall every now and then, followed by some sunny days warm enough to melt most of the snow. There has been none of the cold that makes any uncovered body parts cry out in agony or winds that blow, stinging and biting into faces and causing eyes to weep uncontrollably.  Rather, it feels as though the weather is saying “there, there, it’s not so bad – be strong, behave and you will get through this.  I am doing my part by not tormenting you too much.” 

The severe cold will come, but at least there will be less of it this winter.

From Susan D in Ottawa, Canada: Communication

6 December

After the Canadian Thanksgiving holiday in October the numbers of COVID cases rose, exactly as we had been warned they might.  People travelled, people gathered together to celebrate the holiday.  In Ontario, Ottawa along with Toronto and two cities in the same area were classified as red zones, the highest of the four colour codes and once again restrictions were imposed.  Then just lately Ottawa moved back into the orange classification and numbers descended substantially, only to ascend again and then descend a little.  Up and down the numbers go.  It seems that we just cannot stay the course of social distancing and mask wearing and hand washing, even with a full-page warning in the national newspaper.  In early November we were told by the city Medical Officer of Health that COVID would be with us for the foreseeable future and that we need to learn to live with it. A new communications campaign was released aimed at encouraging Ottawa residents to consider the reasons they have to help prevent the spread of COVID and to focus more on what you can do – such as outdoor activities (in this, one of the coldest capital cities in the world).  It is clear there needs to be an effective communication strategy, one that the citizens understand so that they may comprehend and comply.

Many years ago I attended a conference for an association of European and Latin American universities and was struck by a presentation that described the year long strategy of a Scandinavian university to introduce a proposed new initiative, and how successful it had been in engaging faculty and staff who might otherwise have been resistant.  This presentation piqued my abiding, albeit lay, interest in communication strategies.  And working at UNESCO, an international organization that supports oral communication in multiple languages through simultaneous interpretation and releases documentation translated into multiple languages, underlined for me the importance of clarity of language.

Telling people to comply with restrictions to ‘flatten the curve’ always annoyed me as an ineffective way of saying that if cases were to continue to increase, healthcare services would not be able to care for all the sick – those with COVID but also those having heart attacks, strokes, necessary surgery and so on .  Continuing to grumble at vague, incoherent and sometimes misleading messages, I was pleased to come upon an article in the 2 December Axios AM daily newsletter.  Reporting on a poll “Changing the COVID Conversation” conducted by a pollster, Dr. Frank Lutz, and the nonpartisan de Beaumont Foundation.  Dr. Luntz noted “The words our leaders are using need an immediate upgrade. What they are saying isn’t working.”  He noted that language used is often politicising the virus and Americans are “tuning out”, especially Republicans if they feel their constitutional rights are infringed.

More effective language includes:

  • Stay at home not lockdown,
  • Protocols not mandates,
  • Pandemic (more scary) not COVID-19 or coronavirus,
  • Eliminating the virus not defeating or crushing (war-like language can politicize).     

And emphasis on speed tends to undermine trust in the safeness of the vaccine.

Although the poll was based upon the responses of 1.100 Americans and addresses the current politicisation of much in American discourse, there are useful lessons for Canada and other countries.

Susan D from Ottawa Canada: O Canada

14 October

The final two phrases of our national anthem (repeated for emphasis) are:

         O Canada, we stand on guard for thee,

         O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

Given the current COVID-19 situation, especially in Ontario and Quebec, the most populous provinces, it might better be sung (although grammatically incorrect):

         O Canada, we stand on guard for thee,

         O Canada, we stand not on guard for we.

All summer, as restrictions were relaxed and people went out and about to enjoy their absence, we were cautioned repeatedly not to let down our guard.  It seems that we did.  Restrictions are being reinstated In Ontario and Quebec as the numbers of cases and deaths rise again.  It seems we are moving backward in the fight against the virus.

Over the summer, each long holiday weekend resulted in a spike of infection.  So as the Thanksgiving weekend approached we were cautioned again to take care – no travel and celebration only in the immediate family.  Ottawa’s medical officer reminded us how a gathering can become a super-spreader event.  Of 40 people at an outdoor barbeque, the two who later developed symptoms infected 27 others and 105 people had to stay home and self-isolate – and stand in the long, long lines for testing.

University students were requested to remain on campus for the holiday.   Granddaughter the younger is at a university within driving distance and had thought of coming to Ottawa for Thanksgiving.  She did not.  As she explained, “Ottawa is a red zone and we have been advised not to travel, and certainly not to red zones”.  So we made do with a nice long telephone visit, but she said many students did not heed the advice, and had returned home.  We hope that this behaviour does not result in a significant outbreak at the university, and unpleasant consequences for all.

We do need to stand on guard, not only for our country, but for ourselves and everyone else.

From Susan D in Ottawa Canada: Fall and the return to school

Photo taken 8 September … far too early for trees to change colour.

After an endless Canadian winter and a sweltering summer fraught with COVID-19 , the weather suddenly turned cool rather early this year and cruelly tricked the trees into turning colour.  This glorious change of colour is normally a pleasure to behold, but this year it is just a grim reminder of the winter to come and, given our age, a return to being closed inside. 

In Canada, the Fall is when the education systems gather up their students and instructors and close them inside.  Considering the return – or not – to school requires that I look further than the kitchen, although it does continue to bring forth beautiful breads.  Looking not too far, just across the street, I see an empty house.  Two weeks ago granddaughter the elder returned as planned to her Vermont university with a clearly communicated strict regime of immediate testing and room quarantine after a two week home self-isolation.  The 2,260 students living on and off campus returned in three waves and were tested twice — once on the day they arrived, and again seven days later, with just two returned positive results recorded on the institution’s COVID-19 Reporting Dashboard.  However, a group of students was sent home for not respecting college rules (tuition not refunded).  With this rigour, we are reassured that it is not likely she will be returning to us before the end of term.

While granddaughter the younger had deferred her acceptance from a Quebec university and had intended to stay in Ottawa for the year and look for a job, she changed her mind when she was sent a residence room assignment (an administrative error).  She left after a last minute flurry of preparation, which included her mother flying from Florida to accompany her (after self-isolating for two weeks).  As they drove off together, there were tears, but they were only mine.  The fact that the university had already confirmed her deferral in writing and then assigned her a room in residence is one small indication of the many challenges administrators are facing this year, some minute, some enormous.  At her university there was be no organized testing, and only international students were required to quarantine for two weeks upon arrival.  We are not as reassured that this institution will remain open.

Looking down the block, I see that our neighbours with school age children have opted to send them back to their schools.  Some schools have reduced the numbers of students in class by staggering presence – three days one week and two days the following week.  And the time in class has been shortened as well, with study in the afternoon to be done at home. Today Ottawa recorded 106 new cases, its highest ever daily increase.  Thirty-one schools are listed as having an outbreak.

Now a neighbour across the street has reported that her son is at home for two weeks – “he is already bouncing off the walls” she added.  And the school year has barely begun.

From Susan D. in Ottawa Canada: A reflection on writing – and not

It is now almost six months since we cut short our sojourn in Paris to return home.  For some time I have been reflecting on my meagre contributions to this blog and why even such infrequent writing has been so hard – especially as it is such a good idea and I had been already keeping a diary for a year or more.  Why was it so hard to reflect and write a little from time to time – especially as it was such a pleasure to read the contributions of the others?

Thinking back to the beginning of our blog, it seemed at that time to be difficult to focus on COVID and its impact and write about it.  At that time it was my habit to check daily the data recorded on the Johns Hopkins Coronavirus Resource Centre site.  Watching the seemingly inexorable rise in the numbers felt almost unbearable as they described the advance of the virus and its fatalities.  Then there were the daily news feeds from the New York Times, the Washington Post, the Atlantic, the Globe and Mail and the Ottawa Citizen.  These were supplemented by weekly print copies of the Economist and Macleans Magazine and the New Yorker.  All this was rounded off with an MSNBC evening news programme with Rachel Maddow, watched on the computer right before bed.  Looking back, I think this might have been more frightening information than one needed or should have consumed.  Although Ottawa numbers have remained low, the situation in the United States where my daughter and her family live has been a constant worry.

Eventually, as the crisis in New York filled the news feeds and the screen, I took a pause from watching the news and tried to read a little less widely.  Nonetheless, threat still seemed pervasive even with our decision to self-isolate.  There was the worry about whether the food order would arrive before we ran out of essentials, given the almost two week delay from order to delivery.  Once the food came it needed to be sanitized appropriately, as information at the time suggested that the virus could be lurking on boxes or packages and living on for varying lengths of time.  There was the constant worry about family and friends and former colleagues.  Perhaps having consumed so much information about what has been happening near and far, made it too painful to try to think and write regular blog posts – which of course leads to avoidance, quickly followed by guilt.

As looking outwards remains painful, looking inwards might be easier to write about.  So I am following Anne’s earlier post on food.

In before COVID times, we often bought our bread – white, brown or baguette – at a lovely Japanese bakery just blocks away.  We also indulged in their pastries from time to time.  A visit there warmed the heart and pleased the nostrils, and was part of our routine on many days.  But as that possibility disappeared, up from the basement came the old bread maker.  It still did a fair job of producing an edible product, but it was capricious in behaviour – grinding and clanking, sometimes tossing a paddle aside or encouraging the dough to rise too high and stick all over the lid.  But one day, he who reigns over the kitchen made a discovery.  One of our overly fancy ovens, which one must operate using programmes, has one for proofing and then baking bread dough.  We no longer pine for the days of being able to visit the little bakery: our own bread is delicious and the bread cookbook provides inspiration for all sorts of breads we have never eaten.  Happily, others younger than we support the bakery that we hope will survive, but in the future it might only be the pastries that will tempt us. 

At this very moment we have the latest loaf from a recipe for using left over rice – ready for lunch.

Susan D in Ottawa, Canada: Isolation

17 July 2020

The solitude of my initial isolation was quite pleasant as I prepared the rental house for our granddaughters, and ranged through a too large selection of books culled from the many not-read options in my library.  In the end, I read When We Were Orphans by Kasuro Ishiguro (acquired from the sale of books at our local library), The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt (bought because I wanted to know whether I agreed with the award of a Pulitzer prize) and Factfulness: Ten Reasons we’re wrong about the world – and why things are better than you think, by the wonderful Swede, Hans Rosling.  The first I found a beautifully written story.  The second I found a gripping page turner, much to my surprise.  And the last I loved; I had truly saved the best for last.  I bought the book when it was released after Rosling died, but being quite familiar with his work I had never read it.  Our current worldwide situation, made it rather attractive: the title promised a more optimistic reading and thinking than current events, and it more than fulfilled the promise.

I came upon the work of Hans Rosling while working at the Paris based UNESCO International Institute for Educational Planning (better known as IIEP).  He used software called Gapminder to graphically convey his messages about the state of the world over time.  In those days when graphics were not so well used as now, I found it very powerful and potentially interesting for the educational planners studying at IIEP.  Rosling himself was a very powerful and entertaining communicator.  As a youngster he had wanted to become a circus artist – his parents preferred that he get an education and so he became a medical doctor and eventually professor of international health at the Svenska Institute in Sweden.  There he set himself the task of sharing and explaining a worldview gained from analysis of large data sets – that things are getting better in the world – even though we tend to think they are getting worse.  Through his many presentations and TED Talks he energetically shared this vision, and occasionally gave a sword swallowing performance at the end.  Before he died, he worked along with his son and daughter-in-law to put his messages in a book.  His heartfelt address to the reader is on the fly leaf, and concludes thus:

This book is my last battle in my lifelong mission to fight devastating ignorance …Previously I armed myself with huge data sets, eye-opening software and energetic lecturing style, and a Swedish bayonet for sword swallowing.  It wasn’t enough.  But I hope this book will be. *

Then two weeks ago, our granddaughters finally arrived in Ottawa from Florida.  Heart could be removed from mouth and put back where it belonged.  As pre-arranged, they phoned when they had crossed the US/Canada border that is currently closed to all non-essential travel and there was relief for everyone watching the progress of their three-day journey north.  They were very well prepared for the border crossing with a folder of documentation, including negative test results.  The official just stuck to a series of questions, and satisfied with their answers he sent them on their way with the specifics of the required fourteen-day self-isolation.  They were directed to stay in the house or in the garden.  No one could come on the property except for deliveries.  And they were contacted by telephone to ensure they were complying with the rules. They have worked, gardened, cooked and today their period of self-isolation ended. We are celebrating with dinner together in our garden.

And to conclude, I would not be a Canadian if there was no mention of our foe, the weather.  We have been having extremely long heat spells, even the mornings and evenings, that keep us indoors most of the time.  Even with a spacious home, this additional restriction weighs on one, and is yet another unpleasant indicator of advancing years.  Heat that was once bearable, now saps all energy and turns me into a limp, lethargic lump.  Nonetheless, I am continually heartened to see the smiling faces of our granddaughters across the street, safe from the rising numbers of COVID cases in Florida.

* Hans Rosling. February 2017

Susan D’Antoni in Ottawa, Canada: Tout se complique

26 June

After a long put off appointment at the local hospital, I am self isolating in our newly vacated rental house.  Being cautious and careful about the continuing presence of COVID 19 in our midst, we considered the wisdom of my venturing out of our family bubble for the first time since we returned home from France in early March.  Having had the comfort of being strict in our isolation to date, it felt uncomfortable to break it.  So I moved across the street to camp in our former home for two weeks.  Much of my time has been spent in my current abode anyway, cleaning up after the tenants departed in preparation for the arrival of our granddaughters.  Now I have the luxury of getting up from my couch/bed and being able to get straight to the cleaning effort without any pleasant distractions like having coffee with Drew and reading email and news.  Drew is not here and the Internet access is currently almost nil unless I go out and sit on the front porch, which I feel reluctant to do in my nightgown.

It is an instructive experience to be without Internet access.  It is not only a loss of the connectivity with friends and family through email and Facebook, but also the loss of Radio Classique France, my favourite streaming radio station, and no nightly movie entertainment.  I do have a radio, but have found that it offers only pop music over the available stations.  Even our national CBC does not offer pleasure to my ears. 

This is early in my period of isolation.  Day one was the beginning of withdrawal symptoms, but greatly alleviated by delicious dinner delivered to the front porch by Drew.  Day two was a bad night on the couch, the struggle with the radio and finally coming to terms with the fact that it was useless except for news.  However, a good book tempered my unhappiness.  Now it is day three and after a better night on the couch in a pleasantly cool temperature – a break from the heat wave we have been having – I feel the ongoing cleaning of the house and the books from the cache I have will be fine to occupy the day.  The computer does allow me to write this blog entry offline and then try to send it from the front porch.  A technical solution is being sought to remedy the lack of Internet access: I doubt that the granddaughters would survive one day without.

Ever since we relocated from France, the granddaughters have spent some time with us in the summer.  Here they have the freedom to walk –or run – about by themselves, in a way they do not in the big city in which they live.  But this summer is different.  This time they want to come to be safer from COVID 19, as Florida experiences a not unexpected spike in new cases, along with a number of other southern states.  As they prepare for their journey north, they are still waiting to hear from their respective universities, one in Vermont and one in Quebec, specific details about what the institutions will be able to offer them.  The youngest is just about to start university and is leaning towards waiting for another year to start her university experience in possibly better circumstances.  She plans to look for work here, and we would be delighted to see her stay. 

As the granddaughters prepare, I fret.  I am concerned about the logistics – their long drive here, the drive through the states that are considering requiring anyone entering to self isolate for two weeks, the uncertainty of the Canadian border crossing even though they are Canadian citizens, and their health insurance situation.  All this puts me in mind of the title of a favourite book by a famous French cartoonist, Sempe – Tout se complique.  For a Canadian, that phrase describes France rather well – everything feels complicated.  The phrase would serve quite well for our life with COVID 19: everything is complicated.

Susan D from Ottawa, Canada: COVID time – a reflection

14 June

I feel time is playing tricks, behaving like an elastic band.  Time seems to have stretched out: it feels like forever since we were enjoying ourselves in Paris.  Now each week dissolves, leaving hardly a trace.  I have finished my nightly meetings with Alec Guinness in his “positively final appearance”, but a bit from the December chapter stuck in my mind. “The days, they say, are drawing out. All that strikes me is that in spite of the slowing up of time, the weeks gallop apace; Sunday comes sharp on the heels of Sunday.”

At first, it seemed that enforced isolation would have one positive aspect.  Time without without socializing, shopping, travelling or hosting travelling friends would free up time to address some of those things one can always find a reason to leave for another day, month or year.  There is the basement, never sorted out after moving, and the perfect thing to do during the winter months of which Canada has so many.  Then there is the idea of learning and doing something new – writing a children’s book based upon a doll that belonged to my daughter.  When rescued from the garbage and cleaned up, he looked just fine as the main character for a story – perfect for spring creativity and increased energy.  Spring would also be a good time to address some landscaping at the front of the house, of which there is really none.  And then there are all those bookcases full of books, in fact, a whole library of unread books, good at any time of the year.  However, there is another side of COVID confinement – no cleaning help.  Now too much time is filled with cleaning a rather large house, and Monday comes sharp on the heels of Monday as the dust rolls down the halls and the cleaning cycle starts up again.  No new tasks get taken up.

Right at the moment, time seems to be collaborating with its colleague, the weather.  Early summer arrived with 30 degree days several weeks ago, but down jackets have been donned again, and tonight the temperature will descend to 6 degrees.  As Ontario has begun to open up further, although cases are still not falling consistently, the weather seems to be intimating that it is April or perhaps early May in COVID time, and too soon to be tossing aside so many precautionary measures.  I read a comment today that COVID is very young as a virus, mere months old, and we have hardly gotten to know it.  Nonetheless, the more than three months of self-isolating feel much longer: time is still playing its tricks.