Coronavirus Chronicles, Lake Waccamaw

Lake Waccamaw, Ch. 2, Day 5

Here is the new house color. You can’t see the door, but it is a bright coral that peeps out from behind the wooden screen door.

I ended up working some yesterday morning and then Lisa and Tim picked me up in their pontoon boat for a ride while the water was smooth. The second photo is from the boat coming in to the back of the house. Or the front of the house, as the lake residents say.

The wind picked up soon after and changed direction. One of the best things about being alone here is that I get to listen to the sounds of waves and owls and frogs and insects. I have barely turned on the TV and listened to very little music. The nature sounds are a big part of why I like coming down here, and when others are here there is always a lot of noise drowning it out.

I worked on masks and when I say “worked” I mean “struggled.” I was trying to make this mask more polished than I usually sew. And without elastic. This one is big because it is for Sandy and I want it to accommodate his beard. I sewed fabric loops that were too big, so I tied knots in them and attached hairbands and a safety pin. It works. I also sewed tucks in each side to deal with the side gaps after I took this photo.

The fabric is batik prints of grizzly bears and bison that I bought at a quilt shop on the Blackfeet Reservation when we went to Glacier National Park in 2016.

This morning the midges are covering the grass lakeside and I can smell the sulfurous odor of the paper plant. It will be a good day to stay inside.

I’m actually considering going home. My brain is going weird places here, and my allergies are scaring me. Sandy tends to keep my hypochrondia in check by joking and grounding me. Maybe I will relax again today.

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