COVID Christmas 2020

Yesterday afternoon Bonnie Henry reluctantly announced that residents of B.C. will have to stay home this Christmas, no family gatherings. You can only celebrate with those who actually live in your house. There is an exception for people who live alone. We will be able to join another household of no more than two people for Christmas dinner. The strict measures will be in force until January 8, 2021 in the hope that the number of Covid 19 cases will not spike in mid to late January, as it's feared they would if people travelled and gathered in large family groups over the holidays. Like Hamlet, we will, "... eat the air, promise-crammed."  Unlike him, we are not capons. I reread most of Shakespeare's plays in 2011, the first year I lived alone in Vernon. I copied some of my favourite lines but haven't thought about them until a few have come back to me lately. Maybe I'll return to those notes as a Covid project. I'm not the least bit crafty, I don't like playing games and I don't want to go back to baking cinnamon buns and croissants because the Ratio Coffee Shop and Hot Bread Bakery, both of which are within easy walking distance of my house, bake the best of these two treats that I have ever tasted. And I can still walk short distances. 

As Jay is back in S. Korea and I fell and hurt my back on the second day of skiing, I was already  anticipating a less festive season this year. I will have Christmas dinner with Miriam and Bill and visit Mo and John for New Year's Eve. Jay and I are in touch every day via Kakaotalk, the S. Korean WhatsApp. It's virtual, but I'm really thankful for it. 

We will have a muted winter  season in hopes of being able to turn up the volume by the summer of 2021. 

Jay and Frank on their last hike

Jay on day two of teaching on line. They have kept almost all of their students and appear to have picked up a dog.