June is busting out

One of the unexpected pleasures of Coronavirus has been my decision to use the time at home to scan old weekly letters.  Back when they actually were once a week, that means it's pretty slow going.  I've only done a couple of years this time around, to add to the ten years or so I had scanned back when we were living in Canada.

Anyway, I come across interesting tidbits.  Here's one from September 1989:
"We talked to five grandchildren last week! Actually, I am sorry to report that I hung up on one of the calls. I picked up the phone and heard this voice and figured it was a child playing with a phone… it was a child alright, it was Johanna and she was calling to tell us that she was about to move into Ann's old four poster bed."  Seemed an appropriate memory on this day of remembrance of a shocking June 15 back in 1978. There are many other memories, but I'll take the fancy bed with a canopy in Ann's room. I'll try to pick out a passage every now and then from the old letters.

There are other advantages to Coronavirus.  One is that Andrew and Margaret were able to take the time off and come spend a week with us in the glorious days of summer. They brought along a surprise – Simon!  He has kept us happily occupied with the excitement of naps, poops, eating, and even smiling. This is a good age, when the parents have started to figure out what calms him down.  The good news is he slept through the night a couple of times. That means they might come back!

They had the run of the place to themselves for a night last week while we made our way to Boston for Mary's angiogram. All went well, and fairly quick.  Back home by 4pm with a bout of nausea on the way home. Now, we're just waiting to hear when the valve replacement will be scheduled.

News from Brazil is Joe bought a car, so that he could make his way to and from work, whenever work starts up. No more Uber, and Leonor will have her own car to shuttle two boys around. Little John is gaining weight, which is good.  What's amazing is that he still hasn't reached his due date. And, here's a photo of Thomas at Zoom story time. They also decided to put their house on the market, as they couldn't lock in a renter.

And another positive Coronavirus outcome is that Annie has signed a lease in Great Barrington. She's due here in early July, but we haven't heard final confirmation of their travel plans.  Can't wait.
Last week, I handed out a stock tip on Mike's Lemonade.  Here's another one – weed whackers. I have been investing heavily in weed whackers and still can't find one that works, or at least works for me.  I spent an hour on Sunday trying to start my latest version, and I have two blisters to show for it. It still doesn't work.  Any ideas?

Opening up story – Daniel has gone back to work in Chicago, as things open up ever so cautiously.  Stay safe there buddy. In case you're wondering, here's the website of the business he's working for, with his photo on the tab – Meet the Team.  Lur and Andrew have decided to hire someone to come in for a few nights each week to help with her parents. Difficult decisions.  

Our garden is coming in, slowly, but, without much rain, we are having to water it every night.  We've had a couple of harvests of lettuce, and our first strawberry.  But, there is a mystery: what happened to the asparagus this year?  Hope it comes back next year. 

What else?  We've had a couple of dinners with Timmy over, and we've even ventured to have friends over to sit around the campfire.  Easing but not anywhere near where we'd hoped to have been – going to plays, concerts at Tanglewood, museums etc.  

Of course, the news is pretty depressing. What happened to our country?  I guess, our new normal for a while. Memo to the next generation: sorry about that.  

And sorry the news is so one-sided. Have to do a better job in getting your news. Last week, we were hacked, so I had to change the email for posting to the website.  I guess you could send me anything directly for posting.

Love from up here.  
   
  

Here's Johnny.....or rather John.... or rather Joao!

Welcome John (Joao) Fontoura Dickson.  Even if you arrived a month early.  You're still welcome.

Leonor and Joe saw the doctor last Friday, and she thought the baby was still set for a late June arrival.  But, Sunday, Leonor started having contractions, and when they were three minutes apart, they scrambled for the hospital.  When the baby's heartbeat slowed down, the doctor opted for a caesarian procedure, and 15 minutes after the epidural, baby John appeared.  

 
He's small, 2.2 kilograms (4.6 lbs) and he even lost a little weight in the first couple of days, which I'm told is normal.  After a small gain in weight, Leonor and baby John came home, on Friday.  Thomas greeted them with a poster and a kiss and a good start to the new normal in their house. He was so happy to see his mother!

I've said it before, but the world stops on news like this, even when things look so bleak outside, on the news.  We saw one cute picture of Joe and the baby that showed Joe reading to the baby until the baby fell asleep.  Joe was sleeping and the baby's eyes were open.  Must be a Dickson thing.

The whole experience brought back memories for Janet who remembered bringing Sean home to his toddler sister after a caesarian.  In pain, tired (exhausted) and just pushing through those first few hard weeks.  Her advice – get as much help as you can, Leonor.  Unfortunately, they had hoped that Leonor's mother would be able to come, but corona got in the way.

Other news – Annie's looking into moving back east, Great Barrington to be precise.  She and her partner, Sankar, have been told they're going to be working from home for a while, so why stay in the big city?  They're looking at furnished apartments around here, and we went to check out a nice one they found in Great Barrington.  Keeping our fingers crossed.  Maybe the first of July.

Annie's not the only one considering moving.  Timmy is thinking of a late fall move back to the west coast, Washington state, perhaps.

Simon's growing, and seems to have turned a little bit of a sleep corner.  And a smily corner.  Margaret and Andrew are also considering coming up here in June for a short time.  C'mon up!

There's a photo here of Andrew with a corona beard.  They are happy to have Daniel back home for a short while, to help out while Lur is taking care of her parents.  We know how all consuming that period is, with no easy answers.  

Here's a stock tip – Mike's Lemonade.  Whenever I talk to David, he seems to be refreshing himself after hours in the garden with a cold Mike's.  Around here, I see more Hard Iced Tea cans on the side of the road than the lemonade version, along with lottery scratch cards and donut cups. 

On the nature front, my annual battle with the groundhogs has started.  So far, no damage to the garden, but I am filling up holes with ammonia and moth balls as soon as I see a new one.  We borrowed a large have-a-heart trap from friends, and I looked outside last week and saw that it had sprung.  With a brown thing inside.  When I went closer, I noticed it had a white underbelly.  And a long snout.  An opossum.  I later told Mary that it looked dead, and, without any ridicule in her voice, she reminded me that's what they're known for.  After a Homer Simpson slam to the head, I read up and saw these creatures were by and large harmless. So I just opened the door and let him out.  He continued to play dead.  A little while later, I went out and he was gone.  Or was it a she?

Florida is gradually opening up, but John and Marilyn are being very cautious.  Marilyn hurt her back and is slowly recovering.  A few of us know what that's like.  Sorry.  

Mary had a doctor's appointment in Boston for a stress test for her heart valve situation.  The doctor told her he's looking at replacement surgery, sometime in the next 4-6 weeks.  We go back on Monday.  

One thing we found ourselves saying a few times this week – wish we could be there.  To help out, to just see you guys. 

 
Love from up here.  And, welcome again, John (Joao).  

   
 

John Dickson

Encore de la Paix

A new chapter - coronavirus diaries

The long-term forecast doesn't show a temperature below 32, or even 39, day or night.  Does it mean it's safe to plant in the garden?  The lettuce I put in there two weeks ago gives me the hairy eyeball eavh time I enter the garden – why did you do this to us, they seem to be saying when they look up at me.  Today, though, there's new growth, and they were nicer.  Wait til I pick them, and eat them.

Spring has finally sprung up here, and while I wouldn't say it's worth the wait, it sure is wonderful. 

Coronavirus means, we're spending more time at home, so we're actually way ahead of where we normally are – with beds mulched, flower boxes planted, garden roto-tilled, lawn mowed, etc. 

That got me to thinking.  With no travel and with no visitors, what else has changed?  I notice we have a little more money in the bank account (hard when so many people are suffering, but we have more than spent our stimulus funding on charitable giving, both near and far.)  Speaking of money, we haven't gone to the ATM in quite a while, still having the same cash in our wallets from weeks ago.  We pay for everything with plastic, and that means that our Visa bill is higher each month.

The other day, I noticed a sliver of soap in the dish.  It was smaller the next day, and gradually got even smaller in the course of a week.  With visitors, we never would have allowed that sliver to remain.  You may remember Grandma Dickson, in a depression-legacy practice, used to bond old soap slivers to new bars. 

Other changes – with no meetings or classes outside to attend, I end up not putting my hearing aids in until dinner time, and sometimes not even then – living in my own little cone of silence.  We talk an awful lot more about haircuts than normal.  The electric bill is higher, probably due to more time on the computer.  And, I've figured out how to borrow books from the library, for my Kindle reading pleasure.

In addition, the social distancing has had a nice side effect for us – we have managed to avoid the colds we usually get this time of year.  In fact, Mary remembers that from January to March she had a long, lingering cough that has gone away. 

And one more thing, Mary and I our both taking on tidying up, cleaning out projects.  She has been going through her sewing materials in the basement, which has led her to start making corona-masks, using African fabrics (photo included.)  My project is to take up the digitizing of Pop's Weekly Letters, that I had started way back in 2005, before I ran into a brick wall since it was so slow and long.  It still is, but there's always wonderful nuggets in them.  Here's one from September 1990:  "The quote of the week belongs to Sean, who after walking too long at the zoo said: ''My feet are getting crowded.'"

Enough about us. Please feel free to add your own corona diaries, as Janet did last week.

Ooops; I almost forgot one more big corona-related family news item.  We have pulled the plug on the Poconos this year.  Mountain Springs was nice enough to roll over our reservations to next year – July 15-18.  Janie, Rell and Susan Pratt are all ready to join us next year.

Out in Illinois, Lur and Andrew are totally given over to taking care of her parents.  Her father is home from the hospital, and Lur has been sleeping most nights at their home.  Daniel came home, and has been social distancing with his high school mates.  Nice photo included here.  And, I hope all of you have seen Claire's macramé projects on Facebook/Instagram.  Beautiful work.

David, like many of you, continues to keep up his walking regimes, and has also been attending to spring gardening prep.

In DC, Simon is growing well, and beginning to fall into a manageable sleep routine.  In Brazil, Thomas is working hard at potty training, and Leonor is into her final weeks of pregnancy, understandably tired.  Out in Oakland, Annie is entering a new job phase with an undetermined length of time for working from home, any home, any place.

One final comment about our next generations.  Most of you fit the demographic of "knowledge workers" and are coping reasonably well.  In our conversations, you seem to have adjusted to the new realities, better than one would have thought.  My only hope is that these are not permanent; that we can emerge and give you the lives that you all want, for you and your families.

A few birthdays – Elliot, Sean and Matthew – a few anniversaries – Peter and Janet, Andrew and Margaret.  Anyone else? 

That's a wrap – stay healthy, love from up here 

Diaries

So, who's started a coronavirus diary?

Not me, except if you count a couple of disconnected weekly letters.  David says he's been writing letters to Grandma and Pop, with the message that "I wish you were here (to see the children and grandchildren," and "I'm kind of glad you aren't here (to deal with the virus and how we're handling this, or not handling it)."  I think David says he mails them to Carnegie Lake, with no return address.

Here's a few things we've noticed that are different in our household.  The dishwasher fills up faster.  Because we're eating every meal at home, perhaps?  We have been sharing meals with Tim – sometimes he cooks, sometimes Mary.  But never me.  

We're spending more time on phone calls, or Zoom calls.  When we're on a Zoom call, the conversation invariably turns to what tv we're watching, and we spend a few minutes talking politics.  Not sure that it helps either the broader situation or our blood pressure.  We did have a few laughs about Clorox and Lysol, even though it really shouldn't have been funny.

We find we have to get out of the house for exercise, even when it rains.  Result – we've come back to the house drenched a couple of times, but happier than if we stayed home.  We get a lot more emails to join webinars and things, except on weekends when the emails trickle down.  Finally, people up here seem to be so eager to get out that it when it's been nice out, life seems almost reminiscent of the good old days – the parking lot at the boat ramp is full; the streets are full, usually with loud motorcycles; everybody's out walking.  

One more thing.  Even though we have nothing really to do, we still manage to run out of time at the end of each day.  How does that happen?  We have too many projects going at once.  Mary, for example, has been cleaning out the basement and drawers.  In the process, she has come across old pins, jewelry and small knick-knacks.  She found one pin and was about to throw it out.  We got out our magnifying glasses and saw in very tiny letters Panama and Coast Guard.  I seem to remember Pop saying he ended up in Panama with the Coast Guard.  David said he thought Gramps was in Panama during World War I.  Photos of the pin and Pop in the Coast Guard included here.

On to the category of Zooms.  We've had a couple of family Zooms.  Annie and Sankar work from home, with computers set up in different parts of the living space.  Their farmers market has opened back up with distancing requirements, and they too are doing daily walks.  Margaret and Andrew are fully occupied even though neither of them are working.  Well, being a new parent is work, and hopefully there are moments of joy thrown in.  Simon is eating well, and growing.  He has funny facial expressions.  All is well down in Brasilia, with Joe and Leonor and Thomas sitting the virus out in their home, far from the worst affected areas in that country.  We've figured out how to share a book with Thomas over Zoom, and at least we enjoy them.

Out in Dundee, Lur's father has landed in the hospital a couple of times after passing out.  They're not sure what's going on but the doctors have found a growth on his kidneys.  Lur's been staying with her mother, but with no one allowed in the hospital, it's hard for them to be in touch with doctors.

Down in Daytona, things are quiet.  John and Marilyn say that things are gradually opening up, including the swimming pool at their community center.  They've been playing cards and recommended a movie "Bad Education," which we watched and agreed with their recommendation.

The weather has turned above zero, so we're outside, getting ready.  A truck dumped mulch on our driveway, we have a few daffodils and the forsythia are blooming.  I've even mowed the lawn once.  That's progress.

Stay safe everyone, and healthy, and if you don't want to write a living through coronavirus diary but just want to record something for your great-grandchildren, just send an e-mail to popsweeklyletter.bubba@blogger.com.  It'll show up automatically on this website.

Love from up here.  

Silver linings

I was checking in with my neighbor the other day, and when I mentioned how eerie this whole pandemic is, his response was: "I don't know; there isn't much traffic."  OK, despite the fact that there is never much traffic around here (except if you're trying to go see James Taylor at Tanglewood on July 4,) he did have a point.  There is even less traffic than normal.

And the traffic was very light driving back and forth to Washington DC to see Simon.  And Margaret and Andrew.  We made it back to Pittsfield in a record 6 hours and 15 minutes.  Probably had something to do with the fact that we only stopped once, for gas, bathroom and coffee all in one sequence. 

But, there are other silver linings. 

a) We have a new best friend: Zoom.  While our face-to-face social interactions with friends have wound down to zero, we are taking advantage of Zoom, and with our stimulus check, we even found a little cash to upgrade so we can keep talking past 40 minutes.  So, we went to Easter mass on Zoom.  I've reconnected with Lawrenceville friends, one who I haven't seen since 1993. And we had Easter family time together, at least for a while, with Brazil and Oakland and Washington DC.  Zoom is also helping me take a couple of classes through the lifelong learning program. 

b) Did someone say stimulus check?  Yes, we did get ours, and it was direct deposited so we didn't have to see you-know-who's name written on our check.  Bonus. 

c) Our tv viewing habits have changed, to look more like our reading habits. We start a show (like Homeland new season) and someone recommends another show, so we start that one (like Victoria) and then someone else recommends another one (like Unorthodox.)  So, like our bedstands that have half-read books piled up, our Netflix and Amazon queues for "Continue Watching" are getting longer.  I forgot to mention Narcos and Ken Burns baseball.  What's in your queue, besides 90 day fiancé?

d) We are trying to plan our meals better and use what's in the cupboard more.  So, instead of popping in at the store to get half and half, and then Swiss cheese the next day, we wait and get them both at the same time.  Novel, right?

e) I don't feel so guilty about mindless, addictive cell phone games like solitaire and bridge.  I'm getting even better at cribbage, Johnny.

f) Mary's cleaning out closets, with a focus on sewing drawers, baskets and boxes.  She's found a number of projects that Grandma was working on, including the sewing basket pictured here that you all will recognize.

g) And then there's outdoor spring clean-up, guitar playing, Gabon virtual projects, hiking (or extreme social distancing, as my walk to the beaver pond recently) and I can't leave out naps. 

h) We appreciate those who work hard at stores and take-out and essential food production services more.  I even said thank you to the hardware store check-out clerk the other day.  Who does that, except in coronavirus times?

i) And we can't say enough about all those health care people now, including the nurses in our family.  I understand Tina is working in the in-take section at the hospital so is having to do some triage for infected people.  (I hope I have that right, even though I wish it were wrong.  Stay safe.) 

j) we are reuniting with our kitty, who's unaccustomed to seeing us around so much.  And thank you Timmy for watching kitty while we were gone.

k) we're trying out new fashions, at least in facemasks (Margaret photo).

It's not all silver linings, we know.  We heard that Johanna has delayed wedding plans; that some are out of work; that Mountain Springs may not happen this year.  We have not heard, though, that anyone in the family has been sick, thankfully.  I'm sure I'm not alone to worry with every little tickle in the throat, allergic sneeze or asthma cough.

Stay safe everyone, and healthy - and far away, or at least six feet.

Love from up here.

 

What did you do during Coronavirus 2020, Simon?

Simon James Dickson Siddons won't remember what he did, but he'll always have a story. As will Margaret and Andrew. And we'll always remember the year he was born.

The doctor had told Margaret there was no guarantee that there would be beds in the hospital on her due date, so they wanted to induce a week early. They went to the hospital Sunday night. And waited. And waited. And then Margaret went into real labor Tuesday in the wee hours, and Simon was born about 8:30. PM, that is. 8 lbs, 2 oz, 22 inches.

And everyone was healthy and happy. They came home on Thursday, which is only two days ago. Simon looks like he's starting to settle into his routine of sleeping, eating and pooping and peeing over everything as soon his diaper comes off. Speaking of diapers, Andrew is out right now on a diaper run, as Simon has used up all the littlest sizes. Hope there's more diapers than toilet paper supplies in the stores.

We had come down on Monday evening to help with the kitties. Jeff and Melodie were watching the dog. We went over to pick up D on Wednesday morning. In the pouring rain, we shouted from a safe distance but didn't linger. They seem well, and working as best they can from home. One thing I will say about the stay at home orders, it sure is easier to get around the crowded streets of DC. Give me the traffic any day.

Andrew's parents came down from Lancaster area yesterday for a quick visit to see their first grandchild. Exciting. And yesterday evening, we called down to Brazil on FaceTime to check in. They could only see Simon's ear sticking out from behind the blanket/snuggly get-up that I've never seen before but seemed to be working on keeping him calm and comfortable.

So, we're pretty much on a world-wide snow day for weeks. No baseball, no March madness (someone the other day playing basketball outside said it was March sadness). We see your news on social media about walking and following the news and maybe even playing games and binging Netflix. People around here are gardening and doing odd house chores and getting packages delivered. We tried to order Lysol wipes from Amazon, and their famous next-day service advised us we'd be getting them on May 22.

Mary's had a couple of Zoom meet-ups with her swim team friends; Leonor found an app called house-party and we did that last week. Annie and Sankar called in from their hike up some remote hillside outside of San Francisco.

Andrew and Lur continue their outings to check on her parents; Peter and Janet have taken to long drives, and realize that if this is what retirement is like, they're ready to keep working. David, Matthew and I just managed to squeak in a Shaker box workshop before the shutdowns really took hold. Jeffrey had to cancel at the last minute since a colleague tested positive. Matthew is looking great, making good progress on his health comeback. David must have had a quiet birthday since gatherings of more than 50 people were banned.

Down in Florida, John and Marilyn even gave up going to the pool to stay healthy. And we hear Sean has temporarily relocated to Dallas, where Erin is wrapping up her fellowship. Must be a different kind of fellowship this year. I suspect Johanna and Cameron will also always remember the year they married as their plans must be up in the air.

Thankfully, the nurses in the family are still working, putting themselves at risk, but helping everyone else. And, Margaret and Andrew sang the praises of their nurses during their stay.

And, on that note, welcome to the family, Simon.

Same planet, same month

Hard to believe. Just a week apart, but a few degrees of latitude.

We left the cold and snow and the kitty and headed south. By the time we got to Washington, we had shed our coats and mittens and turned off the heat in the car. By the time we got to North Carolina, we had put on the air conditioner. And by the time we got to Daytona we were wearing sandals and swimming outside.

Tomorrow we'll be home but not sure if we return to snow.

What we do return to is a greying demographic that is cancelling things left and right. With seven Covid 19 cases in the county, we're going to lean on the cautious side. As I'm sure all of you are.

Anyway, along the way we checked in twice (going and returning) on the parents to be and all is well. Exciting. They are taking care of last minute house rearranging, including tearing down the wall between their kitchen and dining area. Looks fantastic.

We took full advantage of John and Marilyn's hospitality to spend five nights in their very comfy, easy house. We went to see manatees and a play (not at the same time), went to the beach three times, ate healthy at their house and not so healthy in local joints, and played games. I remember playing cribbage but forgot the other game we played. Most of all, we covered a lot of territory chatting.

Stops in Chapel Hill and Asheville helped break up the drive and allowed us to check in with Peace Corps and Princeton friends. And in DC we also met up with the man responsible for this wonderful courtship starting in Gabon by playing a little matchmaker. We hadn't seen him since 1986.

We heard from the Fairport folks a couple of times to make final plans for Shaker woodworking workshops this weekend in New York. All is well in Fairport and they too have seen their share of snow.

Down in Brazil, Leonor is getting ready for her trip to Lisbon this week with Thomas. They have been on a couple of outings to pretty spectacular sites near Brasilia, including one very tall waterfall.

Out in Dundee, Andrew and Lur have been sticking close to home, taking care of Lur's parents. They did go over to Michigan for a band concert directed by Claire!

One month from now - and a few days - Johanna and Cameron will marry. Big day, happy day.

Annie has also been taking planes, careful to wipe down her area thoroughly. She was in New Orleans for a bachelorette party and earlier in Colorado for a ski trip.

We did early voting before we left, and later that night saw the last debate. We would have voted differently after the debate. But then the candidate we wanted to vote for dropped out by Super Tuesday so we felt better about our vote. So, with that info, can you figure out who we voted for?

Happy St Patrick's Day everyone. Love, from the road.