A HEARTFELT CHANGE IN PATIO PLANS

Good morning, dear friends around the world,
I thought you’d find it of interest to note that, several day back, our sons’ love arose before Will and me, via FaceTime.  And as familial devotion loomed high over both of our parental heads, each of our adult offspring expressed personal discomfort, which all three have come to feel, at the thought of our entertaining patio visitors (though we’ve always, wisely, followed guidelines by social distancing 18 feet apart from no more than one couple invited at a time).

So clearly and logically distressed were each of our sons that Will and I (freely choosing to consider the depths of their discontent concerning our safekeeping) decided to follow their lead by ceasing to extend loving invitations to access our patio to anyone until reason for self quarantining ends, and so, having experienced role reversal for the very first time with our trio of sons (based in the depths of their love for us), our patio will now be as restricted to only Will and me as has been true of our home, and that edict will remain unchanged until the blessed day dawns when this pandemic corona virus is profoundly deemed history.

As to which portion of their argument won us over?  The fact that too little has been conclusively proven about the virulent nature of this virus hit home.  And most importantly, the depths of our sons’ love imploring us to heed their need for change on our part was too clearly conveyed for our hearts to ignore.  In fact, they’ve convinced their dad to compose grocery lists while graciously appreciating the generosity of spirit of those younger, by far, than Will and me, who have offered to do our shopping, as shopping on line saw delivery dates ranging from one to two weeks away.  No surprise, there.

Though Will and I, hoping to feel as independent as possible, remained on line, last evening, for more than two hours, our attempts to have groceries delivered sooner proved unsuccessful.  And though what’s to be done, over the long run, remains up in the air, no worries arise at this time for this reason—our son, Steven (who lives near by) will surely come up with a plan that’ll keep us well fed in the event that Will’s ingenuity and mine take a hike.

And now my dear friends, feel my love flying face masked and rubber gloved across the miles, offering each of you a warm virtual, virus-free hug as we each take precautionary measures in hopes of remaining free and clear of this stubborn deadly little critter until such time as we can safely enjoy each other’s company, face to face, as had, just a few weeks ago, been taken completely for granted before so much about daily life had need to change quick as a blink of the eye,
(At 11am is it too early to indulge in dark chocolate?  Sigh ...
Well, at times like these—why not?  Just not,  morning, noon and night, right?
😊Right
🙋🏻‍♀️❤️🌈🌻Annie