The other day, I remarked that I was looking forward to getting back to normal again. That stopped me right in my tracks because, until then, I was referring to the normal of my everyday used to be life. Will we go back to where we were, or will the times have changed us forever, giving us a new normal?

As a course of seasonal change, nature reveals her beauty, whether blanketed lavishly in color or exposed and unadorned, it is ours, all through the seasons. From light and bright to the rich hues that mark the transition to fall, whereas, her beauty goes to sleep, only to wake up, refreshed once again.

Normal is the expected pattern of usual. Flowers bloom in the spring, die in the fall or when the weather gets cooler.

I will not pretend that for many, working in their pajama pants or bathrobe is new or that social distancing is unprecedented. Social media have been distancing us from each other for years now. I found that distressing, but, now... it has become normal and even accepted.

I used it, but, I really dislike using the word normal to label. Does normal really exist? I think it is used to make people feel the calming effects that word brings.

Yet, all it would take is a Guinness to make me feel normal in this shirt and glasses. Don't judge, I am just hanging around waiting for St. Patrick's Day.

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

The Naming of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

TS Elliot