These new pets that live in our backyard and sometimes in my office – they’re photobombing my Zoom Room, and we all love it. Offices in stalwart buildings would never allow that.
The Gingers play in a Quarantine Quarry, jumping from rock precipices, allowing themselves to be momentarily captured for snuggles. Something carried in my arms can boost my mood so easily. I cancel the television more often these days, I coddle the kittens. They are mock ferocious, feral adjacent, they frolic at my feet. Watching them play, I capsize, saying yes again to the danger of future sorrow by opening my soul to them now.
This twisted now, I contort reality whenever briefly trying to understand fact challenged announcers. I miss my traveling gal pals. I commemorate our travels together with digital slide shows and riveted by reminiscences of numerous wine tours and tastings, I mostly chardonnay these summer days, and occasionally I cabernet, tasting the years like grapes in an oak barrel. The photo has us raising our glasses, a moment frozen in time in a crowded little restaurant in Budapest. The eight of us – I can almost taste that Hungarian stew – dark cherry memories, awash in comradery. A celebration now captured in the lenses of our ever present camera phones. My girls are here and there, all over the world, they too are missing our travels together. We Zoom toast each other from sunny porches to well-lit home offices
What I count down now are the days without flights in a Quarantine Quarry where the newly domesticated kittens chase pebbles and make new memories.