I say that because there hasn't been much new going on in my life during this age of Covid. I've followed all the safety guidelines, limited my social contacts, and lived/worked within my bubble for oh...about five months now. Each day is pretty much the same. I rise, write, market my books, garden, cook, clean, and if I'm lucky, maybe write some more.
So, it’s same-old/same-old every day. And that, in and of itself, is a change.
Things I miss doing though:
- Browsing a store like Home Depot or Sam’s Club. I haven’t been in either of those stores since the panic began.
- Grocery shopping. I’ve been inside my Kroger store once since May. I long to pick out my own vegetables and choose my own packages of meat.
- Seeing my children and grandchildren. They live a state away. And they have active lives. Since I care for my elderly father, I worry about bringing the darned virus back to him should I visit them, and vice versa.
- An occasional dinner out. Since we’ve graduated to take-out, we have enjoyed some meals from our favorite restaurants, but wouldn’t it be nice to linger again over a meal and have actual dinner conversations?
- Traveling. As much as I hate to admit it—because for years I traveled so much for my day job and for the longest time, didn’t care if I ever saw an airport or hotel lobby again—I’m getting itchy travel feet. I find myself thinking about that drive I’ve been wanting to take through New England, or a long weekend at my favorite beach. And then I stop myself.
But fall is approaching. And to me, fall always signifies change. New beginnings. Fresh starts. As a student and then a teacher for many years, September and a new school year was a chance to start over—you know, new clothes, new shoes, new pencil box. I guess I've never shaken that sentiment, even though I haven't stepped into a classroom for some time. Still, I’ll take advantage of the seasonal attitude change and spruce up my life a bit. My garden is waning. I have some tomatoes left to ripen, and some turnips nearly ready to eat. Soon, it will be time to put the garden to bed until spring. The yard needs some attention too—flower beds need cleaning out, and I need to create a few new beds where I had some shrubbery removed a few weeks ago.
In the meantime, I'll also give the house a good fall cleaning, and perhaps throw a few coats of paint on some furniture I’ve been threatening to upcycle. I’ll break out my cowgirl boots (ahem, all 9 pair...) and give them a good polishing before winter and begin thinking about retiring my flipflops (maybe). Probably wouldn’t hurt to wash some windows, too.
As much as things stay the same, we often need change—and change can be good—even if we make the change happen ourselves. I'm grateful for the cool mornings and pleasant afternoons lately. Later, I'll be happy to exchange mowing the yard for salting the front porch steps. I love fall, and I don't mind winter. I'll just hole up and write more.
In my book, SAFE HAVEN, Rebecca McCauley goes through a number of life changes. She returns home after years away and works on healing herself from her past. She's not the only one, she discovers, when Collin Kramer bursts into her life.
A recent Amazon reviewer had this to say about SAFE HAVEN.
"There's lots of anguish, danger and suspense in their story. The losses they suffer only bring them closer together, which escalates the attacks against them. I had a hard time putting the book down until it was done. I thoroughly enjoyed the story."
Rebekah McCauley is back home after ten long years of living and working in New York City. She left the Big Apple under circumstances she’d rather not share with her family—not yet, anyway—and wants time to heal and recover from the mess she’s made of her life. Luckily, her grandparents’ Kentucky bluegrass farm, Wind Ridge, provides the safe haven she craves and the solitude she needs to heal.
Collin Kramer, the foxhunter next door, seems determined to infiltrate her peace and invade her safe haven—not only with his noisy hounds running amok over her land, but with his Alpha male, take-charge attitude running roughshod over her wounded heart.
But as Bekah softens to Collin’s conquest, Collin realizes his own toughened heart needs mending. And just when he thinks he has that conquered, as well, all hell breaks loose. Poisoned horses, a gutted hound, and a barn fire are only the beginning. When Bekah’s farmhouse burns to the ground too, they know someone is serious about destroying their lives. But who?
Whose past, Bekah’s or Collin’s, has come back to haunt them?
Collin Kramer, the foxhunter next door, seems determined to infiltrate her peace and invade her safe haven—not only with his noisy hounds running amok over her land, but with his Alpha male, take-charge attitude running roughshod over her wounded heart.
But as Bekah softens to Collin’s conquest, Collin realizes his own toughened heart needs mending. And just when he thinks he has that conquered, as well, all hell breaks loose. Poisoned horses, a gutted hound, and a barn fire are only the beginning. When Bekah’s farmhouse burns to the ground too, they know someone is serious about destroying their lives. But who?
Whose past, Bekah’s or Collin’s, has come back to haunt them?
You can find SAFE HAVEN at all ebook retailers by CLICKING HERE.
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Maddie James writes to silence the people in her head...
Visit her at www.maddiejames.net.
The changes have been getting me down lately--especially missing travel. Thanks for the reminder that none of us are really in it alone. A great post, Maddie.
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DeleteThanks. I miss just going in a store and looking at what's on sale or realizing I can't live without the nearest displayed item. Even walking into the grocery store and catching sight of the specials. I think why did these things not seemed exciting before? It's like the old saying you don't miss it until it's gone. Only it's not gone, so I hope some day to linger again. Who knew that would be a plan? Congrats on your review! Terrific news.
ReplyDeleteI know! You hit the nail on the head. I definitely miss the linger!
DeleteAs a teacher of more than 30 years, fall was always a time to jump back into work and my classroom. I honestly can say I'm glad I retired two years ago with all that's happening now. I hope after this people will appreciate what teachers do more than ever. They are working more hours and dong double the job of what is typical.
ReplyDeleteI so agree, Kari! I've not had my own classroom since 1996, but for 20 years after that, I worked in classrooms across the country as a consultant. I can't imagine all it is taking for teachers now to just get through the day.
DeleteI miss going to lunch with friends. We have gone to a restaurant a couple of times but usually get take out. As mentioned above, I feel sorry for teachers and students in this current environment.
ReplyDeleteWe finally decided take out was okay a while back. I've yet to step inside a restaurant!
DeleteGreat post. I think it echoes the feelings of many of us. I am grateful to be at this stage of my life during this. But I do mourn summer's demise.
ReplyDeleteMe too. My summer beach trip didn't happen this year!
DeleteI'm all about change. We sure have had to make many adjustments this 2020. I'm hoping we come out on the better end of things.
ReplyDeleteMe, too, Marcia!
DeleteI hate change. I avoid it as much as possible. I don't even care if I'm miserable. I'd be more miserable if I had to change things! Ha!
ReplyDeleteLOL! It's interesting how we are all different!
DeleteSame here, definite lots of big things causing change this year.. a lot of people are overwhelmed.. I feel you.
ReplyDeleteYes, and then how to handle the overwhelming feeling? I just basically burrow in and become more of an introvert!
DeleteI miss browsing in the shops.
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Oh Mary. Me, too!
DeleteI miss feeling free to go wherever I want. My daughter is pregnant so I ahve to be extra careful.
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Totally understand this. I'm the primary caregiver for my 83 year old dad. I don't do a lot of things because I don't want to put him at risk.
DeleteI miss just knowing I can go anywhere at the drop of a hat without looking as if I'm garbed to go into an operating room! We went to a party Sunday, and it was weird to get all dressed up and then put on a mask! Oh for the good old days.
ReplyDeleteI can understand that, Joan! Masks suddenly seem to be a fashion accessory!
DeleteI'm with you, Maddie, I miss all those same things. Writing has been a saving grace these last six months, along with my long-distance relationships with writer friends. Here's to positive changes. And to fall, my favorite season. Great post!
ReplyDeleteMine too! And yes, let's keep it positive!
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