Blue Sky and Fresh Air: antidotes for Loneliness

Nearly two weeks since I last posted and less time since I checked progress on the project. The new building for Troop T has state police cars parked in front while work on the administrative building and landing areas continue.

Yesterday was eight years since my first bridge meeting in Tarrytown. A recent bout of cabin fever was temporarily thwarted by writing some personal thoughts.

I’ve shared about mom and how she was looking forward to her first car trip after more than two years, and how it would be across the new bridge to Memorial Park. Last June we drove to Nyack and stopped for ice cream.

As the northern span’s side path is 3.6 miles landing to landing, whenever I’m driving I check the odometer to get an idea how far 3.6 miles is from where I start. I’d like to see the overlooks, and after resuming walking (warmer weather) realize I can walk half the bridge at a time.

Yesterday I drove to Memorial Park to hear the river. It was as quiet as life seems to be now save for music coming from a car and two noisy birds that circled round, appearing to pause so I could take their photos before gliding toward the water.

Parked next to me was an enlisted man who had a miniature bear doll dressed in fatigues on his car’s back window. That got my attention as dad was in World War II so I started talking to him from a distance. We talked about this and how it’s become our unsettling new normal.

The drive home was as eerie as the drive there with cars on the mostly-empty highway and bridge passing me. Stopped at a red light on Route 119 in White Plains, I looked into my rear view mirror and saw four 20-somethings (or younger) in a small car behind me. Social distancing they were not.

I covered my nose and mouth with a scarf and wore surgical gloves I’d bought to use when caring for mom. I kept my distance from people at the park and thought about the beautiful, crisp day and blue sky that were the opposites of this sudden, underlying unknown.

Mom is safe at home with two terrific aides who wash their hands at least 20 times daily and wear gloves while tending to her. Governor Cuomo said masks should be worn around the elderly and vulnerable yet where to find them?

These are scary times. Stay safe.

I’d like to know what you think.

Copyright © Janie Rosman and Kaleidoscope Eyes 2020

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