No Cabin Fever
Don and I are not suffering from cabin fever, unless cabin fever is what you get when you're missing your cabin.
Yesterday, we left our home, as if we were escaping from cabin fever. We drove 3.5 hours and ended up at our cabin... feeling sneaky and guilty and odd. It was strange seeing signs like this one, on the freeway.
We reached Sunrise Beach, in the early afternoon. The little community of retirees and weekenders is usually quiet on weekdays in spring. But it was eerily quiet.
We didn't see another car as we drove into the "village". But we did see deer and a sign that reminded us that times are different. I felt that huge wave of guilt, that we are following our "Stay at Home" orders in two different places. That seems horribly wrong and indulgent. In Michigan, you're not allowed to visit your vacation home.
The weather was beautiful when we arrived. I wanted to sit on the deck and read, but we had come to check on things and do "chores". Don got out the lawn mower and I faced cobwebs.
Then I faced dirtier jobs with varmint poop and dust and weeds and wasp nests... I usually hate these chores, but there was something cathartic about my cleaning frenzy. Honestly, there is something about Coronavirus anger that makes me clean like an angry fighter! Actually it's not the virus that angers me, as much as the president and how he's dealing with this.
The best thing about the cabin, is that we have no TV. There are certain faces I can't stand to see on my TV screen. Our space felt peaceful and serene.
At night we had a fire and pulled out the old games. We have no internet, but we turned on the radio and listened to Austin's NPR station. Suddenly we were brought back to reality. Every show, every podcast was about Covid. We got out the old ukuleles.
In the morning, the skies were red. I can't believe we are heading home and not staying put. This is where we should be spending our quarantine time!
But how do you Zoom with your kids, if you have no internet?
Cancer to Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!