Virtual Hugs

Chances you are not feeling those customary old-fashioned Thanksgiving feelings.

This sketch of Lil shows her ambiguity too.  Of course, she is a preteen in the stories. And people that age are a puzzle.

I am thankful for so many things despite the world being upside down.

I’m framing my thanksgiving wishes by wishing we could hug, laugh, eat too much, and put disagreements aside.  Maybe this year will be mentioned as a one-time event for centuries to come, rather than the beginning of more hard years.

I’ve taken my quarantine time to explore things that I wouldn’t do if I were running around in my regular habits.  All of the books that we have been meaning to read “one of these days” are being dusted off.  Although I am not digital savvy, I have found drawing and painting tutorials on the internet… and audiobooks.

Arthur and I sit on the back deck and smile more often. We thank each other for the simple things that might be neglected in busier times.  I’m eager to make gifts by hand for friends and family. And to meet them on ZOOM. I might write a letter to an imaginary person living 200 years from now, just to let them know how we’re all doing.

I’ve told Arthur that I may have hugged everyone who ever came to hear my music, or bought a book, or sang songs around  Kerrville campfires, or at Walnut Valley, Winfest, etc.   Today I’m doing virtual hugs, y’all.  Sending love to you and those dear to you.      Auntie Crow