By Sherry Maves


Usually writing a column comes easily for me, but today I sit at a computer that is about to croak, wondering what to write and if I can get something written and submitted before the blue screen of death shows up again.


When my laptop was in the hospital last week, my trusty computer guy did some miraculous hocus pocus to revive it; the thing was literally deader than a doornail and wouldn’t turn on. He did warn me, though, that the dreaded blue screen of death would probably come back, which means my laptop is running on life support.


The blue-faced monster showed up again yesterday, but I’m grateful that I was able to back up important documents on a thumb drive this morning, and now I hope to finish a column while there is still time.


It’s hard to think beyond the constant buzz of coronavirus that swirls around us, and in some ways it feels trite to write about daily life as we know it, yet many of us could use some big doses of ordinary right now.


As I ponder what to write, I’ll let you in on one of my little writer secrets. Before I get down to business, I tend to procrastinate, sometimes a lot. Like now, I’d love to go make a cup of hot tea and grab a nibble of chocolate, but I’m afraid to step away from the computer; I know the blue devil might devour the column before the tea kettle even whistles, so I’ll keep typing.


It’s funny how our calendars seemed to be so full a couple of months ago, and all of a sudden those little squares are blank. I thought of how important it is to have things to look forward to, and the lack of activities and events make that very difficult for people. I decided trying a new recipe might help, and I discovered a yummy made-from-scratch chicken pot pie recipe in an old magazine. It’s a keeper, for sure. Sometimes, just a new discovery lifts the spirits.


A lot of my friends tell me that during the stay-at-home order, they’ve completely cleaned their houses; well, I went through a box in the basement. Does that count? I’ve thought a lot about this deep cleaning house business, but I’ve never been one to jump into things too quickly. In my mind, I’ve rearranged things in the basement and the linen closet upstairs. I guess some of us just need to ponder a while.


I’m so thankful for some nice sunny days to get outside and work in the yard a bit. I know you are supposed to transplant iris in the fall, but sometimes you just have to do it when the spirit moves you, and hope they bloom sometime in the next decade. I love the cheerful daffodils in bloom and the buds on the apple tree outside my kitchen window.


More than once I’ve seen a beautiful scarlet male cardinal feeding his lady love seeds on my back porch, and their chirping throughout the day provides music for the neighborhood. For me, when all else fails, the beauty of nature tends to boost my mood.


This column is just a few comments on rather uneventful days in April 2020. Heroes in many facets of life are making incredible sacrifices for others, and if our sacrifice is to stay at home to save others during this coronavirus pandemic, we will do it and hopefully realize that life we once considered ordinary is truly extraordinary.