Last year my wife and I started a through hike attempt on the Appalachian Trail starting in the south and heading north.

I retired and we took off.

We had some family matters (hurrah for a new grandchild, etc) that took some time, went north to Katahdin and then headed south getting almost to Massachusetts. Our plan was to return to the trail this March and head north.

So, we rented out our Condo until August, and started. Next thing we knew, the governing body for the trail went from encouraging to asking everyone to get off the trail.

Leaving the trail

So, we hiked to Unicoi Gap and out. Next thing you know we grabbed some clothes and drove out to stay in our daughter’s basement.

The bad part is that while I had several planned essays I haven’t felt like finishing them. I miss the trail.

The good thing is that we get to watch our grandchildren while the two adult engineers work in critical industries.

Surprisingly, I’m feeling better than I expected.

I really enjoy my grandchildren. I love my daughter and son in law. For social distancing this location is perfect.

I’m surprised at how good I feel. Which led me to thinking about the REM song:

Though I’ve noticed so many people aren’t feeling fine. Some of the complaints resonate with me some don’t.

Specifically I was surprised to see the criticism I’ve read at suggestions that we socially distance at church, or that we remember God and prayers at this time.

Yes. In many ways things are terrible. Dreams lost or deferred. Death and loss. More to come.

But in my life there has always been death and loss. Over and over again. That I’m in the “disposable” or high risk group due to age got my attention.

I’d rather not die right now, but death will eventually come for me. My wife’s ruminations on morphine drips and end of life care were sobering.

And yet, I’m finding, that in the moment, I’m fine.

How about you?