My Day in 2020

  • Aug. 20, 2020, 5:23 p.m.
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I awoke at 2 a.m. Groggy. Reached out to Kermit…found once more he wasn’t there.

Picked up my book (The Richmond Slave Trade by Jack Trammell) and read for several hours. Kept thinking I’d finally found the book that is the key to understanding my home town in the antebellum period – the historical setting and how Richmond became the worst slave market in the country, the busiest. The author shows the historical slide from arrivals in Jamestown of the first black people, not necessarily slaves, to the rising horror of slavery that came to be what it was in Richmond in 1864-65.

It’s a terrible story, was a terrible undertaking and I am not proud in any way of my hometown’s actions.. A terrible one, but I want to know it. It shames me, but I must know it.

Went back to sleep about four and awakened about ten o’clock
Coffee! Italian, espresso, egg, bacon, onion, cheese and red pepper dice, cooked in microwave.

Wandering about…doing dishes, watching TV or listening to it as I blundered here and there. Shades up, alarm off…but not before I’d opened a door. Thinking about the day. Two jobs to accomplish…vaccuum all floors and shower, shampoo. Easy…breezy.

Shower. A call from Terri, she won’t be coming over today as planned around four. (Maybe not vacuum the floors, Pat.) She’s perhaps going to be able to sell some land they own. Terri struggles to remember a word and I supply it…my unexpected pleasure of the day, surely…to just easily remember to say a word I haven’t used in years…appraisal, I say and she says in a delighted tone..YES! That’s it.

Checked the news. Sat with another cup of coffee and stared off into space. Have a heavy new bell outside, want to see it blow in the wind without fulfilling the belief that it will awaken people in two counties. Hasn’t been disturbed for two days it has hung there. Been windy, too. Hmmm. Open air on three sides of the bell…the fourth is beside a wall.

Telephone call from an old friend, now in her 90s. Lives in Carolina; Thankful for this,
have been wondering how she was/is. Second unexpected pleasureof the day.

We chat a bit about old times. Then say goodbye. I call the woman I volunteered to call weekly; she’s a shut in and doesn’t drive. We talk a bit about her disturbance in that an electric company workman rang her bell to say the power would be off for a few hours. She’s outraged that he’d have her open a door to hear that. A bit too much, because she called CBS News to report it when she couldn’t get the electricity company. We chat…she has another call and we say goodbye for this week.

It looks like rain…I go outside to roll up the awning on the side terrace and get drenched by a passing cloud, dash inside. The telephone rings and it’s my daughter who has just today passed her teaching certificate test…she’s now certified. Needs to retake a math test from last year’s try, in the coming week. Says she will home school the children of a friend and her son this year. We chat, and it’s all congratulatory.

Brings back my study needs when my children were 7, 8.5 and 11 and I’d entered the university for the first time at 33. Me hiding behind the side of the house where no one ever went so I could thoughtfully read my Literature assignments.

I go back to to my reading from last night. Get up to brew some espresso. My daughter in TX calls and we discuss several issues. Need to make a loan and then she’ll return it when she gets refinancing on her house…air conditioner must be replaced. She’s the math gal and so like her dad. I can see that happens for her.

Everything outside is wet but not a lot of water fell. My dress has dried, was wet across the back. I pick up the computer and here I am, writing. It’s 6 pm here. The morning paper is still in the driveway, wet. The floors are not vacuumed yet. I’m making those few cups of coffee and about seven I’ll have dinner, something light. At 8 I’ll watch Alone, the final show of the season when someone will be awarded a million dollars. Alone. In an Alaskan winter. Sobering to think about. It is if chance wants to bring to my attention how not alone I have been. I find that really amusing.

I’d imagined I’d be alone all day but the outside intervened and it was fine with me.


Last updated August 21, 2020


noko August 21, 2020

Yes, quite a bit of contact with the outer world there woven in with your reading and drinking coffee.

ODSago noko ⋅ August 21, 2020

I do drink a lot of coffee. Not that I have any yen to change that. I rarely drink alcohol or tea or sodas. I like hot coffee. Black.

Oswego August 21, 2020

A very fulfilling day, sort of dreamily flowing along with everything quite nicely coming together: meals, family, coffee, coffee, a bit of daydreaming, reading, sleeping, doing exactly what you want.. It really sounds like one of my days, but I’m afraid I spend considerably more time on my phone/internet. But I putter around from room to room, upstairs and down like a visible ghost making his rounds . 🧐 (Don’t know why I thought of that. I don’t plan to be a ghost — perhaps an embodied spirit??

I thought Charleston had the most active slave market. Hmm. I share the shame you feel for Richmond living here in Charleston. I wasn’t born here, but look at New Orleans and the slavery history in that area. It really boggles the mind when you think about it. Human beings as slaves?!?

Marg Oswego ⋅ August 22, 2020

I know what you mean - I think we find it incredible to get our heads around ‘using’ another human being like that.

ODSago Marg ⋅ August 22, 2020

Actually Richond was first and then New Orleans according to the research offered in this book. I think you might find the book interesting....

Marg ODSago ⋅ August 25, 2020

Sadly something seems to have happened to my reading since I became ill - I haven't worked out what it is but I appear unable to read for any length of time now and yet I don't think it's an attention thing. Not sure what it is. Strangely, although it makes me sad, I still take great comfort when I look at all my books in the bookcase - they're like old friends!

ODSago Marg ⋅ August 25, 2020

Oh, that is troubling to hear. But, your books are waiting patiently I'm sure, old friends all.

Marg August 22, 2020

A day In The Life Of ... - I enjoyed that :)

ODSago Marg ⋅ August 22, 2020

Thanks.

Serin August 23, 2020

You're good company.

I'm angry alongside the shut-in lady. They could just stick something to the door.

ODSago Serin ⋅ August 23, 2020

She's quite a character.

Bomb Shell August 24, 2020

Wow you have a lot of phone calls, I can’t remember the last time someone called me for a chat!

ODSago Bomb Shell ⋅ August 24, 2020

Oh, when you are 79 I imagine you'll have those darling babies calling to see how you are, Muffin Princess. And other aging friends. too. By then everyone has lost someone dear to them and knows how it feels to live alone with your losses and memories.

Jinn August 25, 2020

All our days are so odd now. Life has become small in a way but your day sounds pleasant .

ODSago Jinn ⋅ August 25, 2020

It's true. My days may not be what I'd image I'd like better but they are pleasant.

Jinn ODSago ⋅ August 25, 2020

I will take pleasant any time.

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