It's been quite awhile since I finished a "tiny journal" page. This one had a few "oversized" entries. I mean bigger than 2" x 2". In actuality only the mask made for Mardi Gras is the original size. I think it seems like a bit larger-than-life month for Greg and me.
So this page represents the new beginning of our life "back in Wisconsin". The sweet little clock from my daughter, Beth's home in St. Charles, ILL, represents the "interim time" between Florida and Wisconsin. She put us up for about 5 days as we waited for the moving truck to arrive.
We arrived at University Oaks in Madison at EXACTLY 10:51am on January 28. We had to take a Covid test and so that name tag stated the time of the test. It marked the exact arrival in an amazing way. Such a bitter cold two months...with windchills like -27. Huge shock to two Florida refugees.
It was hard to exactly pinpoint which of the many many things that have happened between January 28th and March 11th should be documented. I usually just let the chips fall where they may on these things and it usually works out okay. Moving left to right you'll see a welcome basket from my daughter and son in law, Mark, who live in Madison (with wine) and then the lovely old Sycamore tree which caught the snow on it's little fruit (seed) balls like little elf caps. Giving our new home on 4th floor the name "Sycamore Tree House". Then Mardi Gras mask making, and then our Covid Vaccination record card...we got our second shots on March 3, 2021. And then the long awaited new sofa arrived making our little apartment home cozy along with a desk that we ordered unassembled AND put together OURSELVES (talk 8 hours of construction!).
Then the brave step I took in upgrading my MacBook Air to Big Sur which is the latest upgrade to MacOS system. All by myself!!! And then finally our new WI driver's licenses and back into my new studio with some new ink pads for an upcoming project.
This page completes this particular sketchbook. A year long project overall, started Jan 12, 2019. So it is my Pandemic Sketchpad. I am guessing we'll all will have some memory like that...photos or sketches or something that we will hold in our hands and remember the strange amazing year. Something we'll pass along to our great grandchildren and try to tell them how it was. And I know it's not over yet. I am praying that we see the light now.
But we lost so much. I am praying that we learned some things too.
I look back at the last theme...about the butterfly who "has time enough" and I pray for all of us that there is "time enough" in your life too.