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                Tonight after dinner we may have a Google Hangout session with Jeanne and the grandkids. It is always good to see them, but it is sad also. We can’t really connect with them when we do it virtually. We need to be with them, to hug them, talk to them, have dinner with them. Just
as we were doing every Monday night. But who knows when they’ll be able to visit us again? Or when we can go to visit them?
 Yesterday I experienced the closest
thing to contact when Jeanne,
Darrin, and the kids delivered
some groceries to the guard gate.
They all got out of the car and kept waving to me and blowing kisses
from the other side. I jumped up
and down shouting to them until
they left. My mask was stained with tears.
I never thought I would miss the mailroom. Who has their mailbox and daily mail check taken away all of a sudden? It
is just one more activity we didn’t think about much until it became off-limits. One more thing where our personal agency was gone from daily life. Our mail is now delivered to the door three times a week.
It’s a sad day when taking our car for a few laps around the circle at BC to keep the battery alive counts as an adventure.
An imaginary letter to our housekeeping staff:
May 16, 2020
It is just about the two-month anniversary since we last saw you. I thought you might like to know how things have been going for us as we have plunged into our own housekeeping. We faced a few hard truths.
Number one: our bodies are old. Yes, we had some notion
Jim and Mary Ann Ryan

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