A whisper of hope

You might think that this new way of living, brought on by such a tiny thing, a Corid virus,  would be good for a writer. Chained to the keyboard with nothing else to do. Like everyone else out there, I am having difficulty concentrating. I get depressed, I miss seeing family and friends, I worry about loved ones in New York,  I pray for those with the virus, and for the families of those who have died. This thing that is plaguing us is something so new we have yet to understand the ramifications. How do you fight something so small it can only be seen with a microscope. The idea that we can be brought to a standstill by this killer virus, is unimaginable. It's like reading a sci-fi novel, only now we're living it.
I've always like the way bees live, with jobs, family, work, and order. We have to keep living like bees, only in some new, yet to be defined way.
I was used to the old ways, being a grandmother gives one a longer perspective.  I had a sort of routine, writing, housework, three o'clock pick up of grandkids from school, shopping at the local grocery store, coming and going as needed. I'm now separated from it all. I am alone.
I spend more time binge / binging, (that terrible habit that I used to keep at a minimum,) now it absorbs me. I've wizzed through the English mysteries. Then it was on to Irish mystery, Canadain TV series. I have to admit Australian TV is a gas. I'm now working my way through New Zealand and Brokenwood murder mysteries. I've seen movies by the dozens. Loved, loved, loved The Green Book and Rocketman, wonderful films. I've watched series that I'd never heard of before. I'm either searching for the new norm or reminiscing about the way we used to live.
Dave always called me Pollyanna because I always saw the brighter side of everything, the glass half full. I remain positive, even in the face of this horrible, terrible crisis. The new normal is just around the corner, another new normal in a lifetime of new things, people, places. We all know that the only constant is change. I am hopeful that this will provide us with new opportunities, new ways of doing things, new ways of staying safe. We must remain hopeful. I can honestly say I hate what is happening, the disruption of civilization, like an earthquake that disassembles structure. In the aftermath we come together and help each other to rebuild. Life is precious, let's celebrate it. We need to remember that love is with us always, even when family and friends are not. We will get through this alone and together.  Fair winds dear friends.