A couple of weeks ago, I was chatting online with blogger buddy Vicki, and she mentioned having driveway chats. She invites a friend/neighbor to bring their own chair over to sit in her driveway to have a visit while maintaining social distance. I thought this was a brilliant idea. Phone calls are nice, and video chats have been fun, but a few friends you just need to see in person. Our lower driveway is perfect for this, with nice shade in the afternoon, so I set out a chair and a table making sure they were at least 8 feet apart. I know, six is the standard, but that extra 2 would make my guests feel super safe, and it is still close enough to talk.
My friend Bonnie came over for a one on one chat. We had a chilly day, but we were getting desperate for face to face contact. My Sweet Babboo took a photo of us from the veranda.
Then, a few days later on a warmer day, two more friends agreed to come over. That’s Bridget on the left and Sam in the center, two very dear friends willing to come over for a safe visit, and a bit of show and tell. They brought their own chairs and once again I provided little tables spaced 8-9 feet apart so they would know where to set up. We chatted for 2 hours, and it went by in a flash. We are going to get together like this again, and next time for lunch, with each of us getting take out.
If you are wondering what we are all holding up, I had treats for us. I put on a mask, and held the box, while my guests pulled an individually wrapped ice cream bar from the box for no-contact treat sharing. Sam originally introduced these decadent chocolate bombs to me when I was recovering from spine surgery some years ago. I’ve never
forgiven her forgotten it.
Finding the humor these days is so important to keep our sanity, isn’t it? From my friend Chryste, a few thoughts for a laugh –
After a few days of not going out, I saw someone I knew walking by on the sidewalk outside.
I immediately ran to the window and started yelling to them.
Now I understand dogs.
Day 68 of social isolation and it’s looking like Vegas in my house:
We’re losing money by the minute.
Cocktails are acceptable at any hour.
Nobody knows what time it is.
The longer this goes on, the harder it will be to return to a society where pants and bras are required!
Happy hour is starting earlier and earlier.
If this keeps up, I’ll be pouring bourbon in my cereal!
This meme was on the Quilter’s Dream page on Facebook, too funny!!
How are you maintaining your social connections?
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