This has been a strange year. We arrived in Florida in March and have stayed home since. That is about 6 months now. The Covid-19 virus has set the world to be a different place with stay at home orders, restaurants and bars closed, shelves in the grocery stores empty of toilet paper and antiseptic good, virtual school and doctor visits, hospitals that don’t let visitors enter and no only emergency care, wearing a mask when you are in public and people staying six feet apart. Who knows what the new world will be like after this.
We loaded the Roadtrek and headed east of Mount Pleasant to visit with Nicole, and our grandchildren. The family was living in a fifth wheel at the gate of Willie’s “church” Taryn was in his father’s arms. Calypso is a proud dad. Damiana and Finnaeus are proud siblings and Blitz, Issac, the family dogs, and the family cat, are protective.
We lived next door in our Roadtrek for three days. We made meals, blazed a trail to the spring, giggled, played old maid and tic-tac-toe, picked wild raspberries, laughed, hiked through the corn field to visit Sponge Bob, carried our safety whistles, looked at pictures on the computer, napped in the grass, said the Pledge when Will put up the flag, made graphs of M&Ms (Thanks Stella.), found critters with legs, critters with wings and critters with slime, used a compass so we didn’t get lost in the corn field and a walkie talkie to keep in touch, celebrated Taryn’s birth, a
nd packed up everything in the fifth wheel.
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