I Can’t Even

Here are ten things I expected to be doing this spring:

1. Sell our house

2. Invite family and friends to see our new condo

3. Celebrate three of our granddaughters’ birthdays in March and May

4. Attend a granddaughter’s orchestra solo performance, dance recital, and middle school graduation

5. Participate in the Great Strides walk to raise money for cystic fibrosis

6. Watch our granddaughter with CF run a long-distance race

7. Visit our granddaughter in a residential educational program for disabled children in Wisconsin

8. Be in Boston this weekend to celebrate our grandson’s 10th birthday

9. Spend the next weekend with all of the Indiana grandkids to celebrate our grandson’s 11th birthday

10. Host our grandson for two weeks in July so he could attend a class in programming at Northwestern University

Of course, I did/will do none of these things. Instead, my husband and I have tried our best to isolate ourselves while also moving and being exposed to movers and assorted workers. We wore our masks, maintained social distance, ordered groceries and other necessities online, and divided our time between packing, sorting, fixing up our new place, and worrying about how…