Kate Oliverさんのインスタグラム写真 - (Kate OliverInstagram)「Fifty days. It’s been fifty days. Fifty days in 213 square feet with two adults trying to work, a kid on the brink of adolescence that feels too early and none of us were ready for, and a wild chocolate lab. Fifty days of wondering if the professional transitions we were each in before the pandemic are going to work out the same as anticipated. Fifty days of dipping into savings. Fifty days. A lot can happen in fifty days, like hearing that people we love are sick and masks when we go out and seeds planted and grown, working through grief and fear and uncertainty and job loss and book edits and anxiety and finishing our home and beginning training for my half again and watching the earth spring to life. Fifty days of finding peace in what we cannot change and hope in what we can, of finding new ways of being and trying to give grace wherever we can give it. Fifty days of self-examination, not just the for the ticks that parade their way up our bodies because we live in a hay field, but looking inward and digging deep and taking a closer look at the way we respond to a crisis, the way we ache to get away from it, though our trauma is so fresh that we know the only way out is through. Fifty days of loneliness and missing and wondering when we’ll see those we love most again. Fifty days of cooking a lot and making homemade buns and bread and tortillas, watching old movies and laughing and playing music and listening to country songs and introducing our daughter to Alanis Morissette via the Jagged Little Pill album and her embarrassment at her mothers knowing all the words, some twenty-plus years later. Fifty days, counted only because you count days like these, days where we are all waiting and wondering how many more days there will be, wondering who we’ll be and where we’ll be at 100 days, 150 days. What will we say then?」4月29日 22時48分