Like many of my friends and so many people around the country, and the world, I breathed a deep sigh of relief yesterday when the results were finally announced. I didn’t have a bottle of champagne to pop and toast with, but I did drink a toast to President-Elect Joe Biden and Vice President-Elect Kamala Harris. So much history was made this week. I’m pretty sure my dad is smiling and having a celebration himself.
We just had a beautiful weekend, with warm temperatures for early November. This morning I went for a walk before a quick trip to the grocery store and a rare Frappuccino treat from Starbucks. I baked some banana bread and then took some over to my daughter’s place and spent a few hours there watching football. Now I’m back here exchanging text messages with a new friend. I should think about making some dinner, but might just end up making a sandwich.
The week before last was so intensely sad, and then this week was just tense as the country voted and waited for results. This week I just want some calm days and evenings. I’ve been writing letters and postcards instead of poems the last few days, and catching up on some reading. I hope to continue that trend with a few more yoga sessions too, and of course Zumba on Zoom on Tuesday. I’m still working on restocking my pantry and I just got a few baking supplies so maybe I will bake something again. I haven’t done much cooking yet. It seems like so much trouble to cook for one when I can only stand to eat leftovers for a day or so.
I hope you all have a peaceful week yourselves. Namaste.