I have been told (many time) that I ramble on about nothing. In blogging sometimes it feels like I am writing about insignificant things and hope someone will find it interesting enough to read! So today, I am very appreciative of the gift (?) of rambling.
I'm not sure how to describe the emotions I have been feeling this past week. Anxious? Nervous? Depressed? Perhaps a combination of many emotions so the feeling remains unnamed.
I live alone but don't go out much on a regular basis. Yet, when I must stay home the desire to go out is amazingly vivid. I miss going to places I haven't thought about in awhile. I think about the relationship I no longer have because we use to go places together. I'm in the middle of planning my garden for this year. Every year my ex-boyfriend and I would go to Menard's and pick up veggie and flower plants. I've not been able to go back just thinking about going there brings a terrible sadness and loneliness upon me.
I dream about going to Granny's house, which I now live in. I moved into her home after she passed away a couple years ago. I miss her like I haven't in a long time.
I don't feel like quilting. I have designed a lot though. Graph paper has become my best friend in the evenings.
Thoughts about what is going on in the world today with COVID-19 flood my mind. I'm one who likes to keep up on what is happening in the world. I've had to stop listening to the entire Press Conferences with my Governor and President. I listen to their talks at the beginning but then have to turn it off during the press questioning. This heavy nameless cloud feels like it hovers over me. I've started having sniffles and a sore throat because of allergies. Yet, in the back on my mind I think is this the start of "it."